“In exactly 13 days I’ll arrive in Santiago de Compostela, in my new home country Spain. That is, if covid-19 allows me to do so.” That’s what I wrote in my last entry about emigrating to Spain and guess what? I’m still in the Netherlands. As much as I would like to blame covid-19, it’s not the virus that made moving during the pandemic difficult. Due to family circumstances I had to postpone my flight until Friday the 13th (should I be worried?) and I’m keeping my fingers crossed that it’ll go smoothly. I’m slightly concerned, because my original flight also got changed to an overnight fight by the airline before I moved it to the 13th. There’s nothing I can do besides waiting patiently, but unfortunately that’s not my strong suit.
Not being able to actually fly to Spain yet, doesn’t mean I haven’t done anything. On Monday, October 26th I had my last working day and I cannot tell you how relieved I am to have finished. The place wasn’t horrible and the people I worked with were nice, but I never felt like I fit in there and the company just wasn’t for me. Luckily this meant that the goodbye was relatively easy for me, as I mostly felt relieved about it.
The second step of the emigration is also complete: I moved out of my apartment that I loved very much. It was such a cosy and spacious place, and we were extremely lucky to rent it for a good price. The moving process was slightly hectic and happened a day later than planned, but I managed to move out smoothly and leave it ready for the next tenants to move in. I thought I would find it harder to say goodbye to this home, but it didn’t make me emotional when I left there. I was just looking forward to move and to be reunited with my boyfriend, so I guess that’s a very good sign.
More moving abroad during the pandemic content is coming up soon, when I hopefully have arrived safely. Until then I’m just trying to enjoy the autumn sun and learn some new things. Make sure to follow if you want to stay up to date on my adventures in Galicia!0