and its equally horrendous as it is phenomenal.
As I am writing this my father is in a meeting with one of his company directors discussing a permanent relocation to Barcelona. Of course, this is a horrid life change, and when I say horrid, I don’t mean I hate the thought of being in a beautiful city a walk away from the beach and plunged in culture and diversity; I mean horrid as in my entire life will be left where it is and started over again from scratch, Ill even have to learn how to talk again (in Catalan, that is).
I have always wanted to live in a city, from growing up in a small village miles from a decent supermarket and surrounded by sheep filled fields, the thought of a busy bustling city has always been a total wonder to me, I always imagined myself with an extremely quirky townhouse in the center of London with three small children, A lovely wife, and two dogs; being both awfully poor and awfully happy.
I have also wanted to travel and experience as much of the world as physically possible before I drop dead, the only thing we can take with us are memories and experiences and when I go I want to have so much I get charged for my luggage being over weight. If you didn’t already know, I am in love with a youtuber called Ben Brown – He really does lead an extraordinary life. I have always wanted to create youtube video’s and travel; and I basically want to be Ben. As I settle into the city I have been thinking about creating weekly vlogs, documenting my trip so far, hopefully moving one step closer to something Ive always dreamed of doing. Plus there’s the added fact that I get to live in one of the most beautiful places on earth.
I digress; As far as I see it, the move to Barca seems like an incredibly astonishing opportunity, one which I really can’t wait to be a part of. The weather, People, Architecture, Culture, everything, everything seems 100 times better.
WE ARE EVEN GOING TO HAVE A HOUSE WITH A FUCKING SWIMMING POOL, SO YEAH, THERE’S THAT.
So why would I ever find it horrid? How dare I even snarl at the thought?! Ive you’ve read my previous blog’s, you will already know, I have a pet dog called daisy and a pet girlfriend called Rosie, both of which I am very very fond of (you can see where this is going, right?), Daisy isn’t the problem, cause that white little ball of fluff is coming with us. Rosie, she isn’t.
But that’s not the only problem I have with the move. Of course there is always the massive fact that I can barely speak English so I’m 100% fucked if I have to learn another language, I am basically depending on having shit hot hand gestures for the rest of my life. Then there is the crisi econòmica and with a 23% unemployment rate, what the hell sort of digital marketing specialist can get a job over there?! Especially without knowing the native language, Do they even use the internet in Spain? Thankfully, given my dad’s job role, he is very specialist in his trade – Hence the reason they want him to go out there. His company is buying our house out there, giving us three company cars and giving him a healthy raise, so thankfully, our entire family could go and live out there on his wage alone – but that’s no way to live. I thoroughly enjoy making my own money and I cant see much of that happening very fast with the move.
The move has its negatives, bit it certainly has its positives, I mean, did I mention we were moving to Barcelona?! And did I mention I have to leave Rosie? My mind is in total overdrive, I feel like I need to go, but I really want to stay. Ive dedicated two years of my heart to this girl and its all going to disappear in the space of a few weeks. I am profoundly in love with her and I cant bare the thought of being without her for a few hours, I drive to see her every day and now, Ill see her a few times a year. I had always planned on that lovely wife in the townhouse in the middle of London being her, but all of a sudden, the future seems awfully unclear and my dreams don’t even seem worth it if it means leaving something I love so dearly…