Last week, on a sunny day in Barcelona, I could imagine myself, for the first time, living here well beyond our initial commitment of one year. I walked from the gym to the beauty shop to tint my hair and I ran into two adorable friends sharing breakfast and then after I left the beauty shop I ran into the greasy barista who makes my coffee most days eating his sandwich in the park. This place is becoming my home. This place now possesses my dry cleaner, my dentist and my seamstress. I know my way around town; I know street names and where to buy my favorite wine. When we arrived in August almost every English speaking Spaniard and non Spaniard alike we met instructed us that our intention of staying one year will quickly turn into a two or even a three year venture. I never quite could understand what they were talking about, until today. The temperature settled at an ever so comfortable 72 degrees Fahrenheit, the sun shone perfectly on the side of the street I walked and the action all around me carried a perfect beat. I get it, I get the draw of Barcelona, the magnetism of starting over, of exploring and making my own foot print.
All that being said, I come to realize that what is happening to me everyday is “discovery”. Discovery can happen anywhere at any time. Now that I have figured this out, I intend to take it home with me and find things for the rest of my life. So, even though yesterday I could imagine living here for a long time, I cannot imagine not returning to my hometown of Birmingham Michigan where friends, family and new opportunity awaits.