Packing. Unpacking. Repacking. Unpacking. Packing. Rethinking. Decision making and luggage prayers.
5 days ago, June 1st. I left my beloved home base in Vienna with numb fingers and a too heavy backpack, or so I thought.
14:25 boarding, 15:05 fuzzy feelings in my stomach, the good ones, the ones you get when the plane takes off you know you are now on your way.
Travel day! Yay, gotta love Travel day.
Once I arrived at the apartment, which I will call home for the next 3 months, I was kindly welcomed by one of my two new roommates.
Thanks to nestpick on this occasion, who found me a perfect place to stay after my original booking fell through.
The last couple of days I got many people asking me if I miss Vienna already, if it feels different to live in another city now.
So I tried to collect my thoughts and give an answer that makes sense to everyone and myself.
First of all, Barcelona is no new city to me. I've been here so many times that walking around Plaza de Cataluñya doesn't feel overwhelming or new to me. I spent a lot of time here on a lot of different occasions. I did the tourist part, I did the explorer part and the "just here for a day to do some business" part.
But of course, it's always different and there's always something new and exciting to see, hear, feel, smell, do... It's a freakin awesome place to be.
I guess I have to say that I haven't been here long enough to feel a difference between vacationing and living.
For now I've just arrived. And it feels damn good.