My 1st ever blog!

This morning I was sat amongst a mountain of clothes, shoes and bags and wondering how on earth I was going to fit it all into my suitcase. I can now say, after sacrificing several items including my faux fur lined DMs (which were of course unnecessary and impractical for sunny Spain but they would've looked good!) I'm all packed and ready to go. 

Up until now I was feeling that this experience was a distant reality that I wouldn't need to face at any point soon. But walking out of work for the last time on Friday, it suddenly hit me the choice I have made, this leap of faith into the unknown. Sat reading my leaving card surrounded by presents and flowers from my colleagues, feeling very emotional I must admit, I wondered if I had made the right decision. Weighing it up in my mind, I know that I couldn't stay working there, it wasn't a job I particularly enjoyed however I felt comfortable. But being in a place of comfort means you're never going to improve. I'm determined to give this the best go I can, and if it doesn't work out at least I know I tried. 

Yet, I can't help but wonder if I'm the only one who is feeling incredibly nervous. I keep trying to relax and tell myself it will all be okay but the fear of the unknown is really weighing heavy on my mind today. Everyone is expressing their excitement, with few mentioning their nerves. I'm worried about not being good enough, not understanding anyone or them not understanding me to name a few. I am of course excited too but my lack of Spanish is now slightly concerning me but I hope to pick lots up whilst we are in Spain. In the meantime, I will get as much Spanish practice in as possible. I am looking forward to finally meeting everyone and learning from each other.💗 


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  1. Papi BobApril 18, 2022 at 12:00 PM

    Amy, your fears and doubts are mine too, and probably everyone else's (unless they-re pretending). I'm thinking we-re gonna look out for each other, and have a fab time.

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