Good news for all the astrology nerds (me) out there – Mercury is out of retrograde/Gatorade/whatever the hell has been happening for the past two/three weeks. Sometimes suggestion is more powerful than the thing itself and I swear if my dumb Mystic Meg ass hadn’t read an article about this, I wouldn’t have had such a dramatic few weeks.
This actual real scientific thing causes a bit of a wonky planet shift and means that all communication goes to shit. It’s especially bad if you are an Aries. The past couple of weeks I’ve had arguments with literally everything from friends to lampposts. I’ve broken countless cups. I’ve openly cried on public transport because of sad songs. I’ve caused accidental beef with a couple of really cool people for no other reason, other than I’ve been an argumentative bastard. It’s been eventful, to say the least.
Apparently Mercury in Gatorade is a good time to reflect on things and close off projects. It’s a time of renewal, and also a time of crying at cute cat videos. For me, it’s definitely been a time of reflection because it’s one year since I left the UK.
On this blog I’ve already rambled about my semi-snap decision to leave the UK, my struggle with adapting to a new culture and learning a new language, various mental breakdowns and relationship dramas, so this is really just a little post, not to re-hash old ground, but to say I DID IT, BITCHES. Also a post for anyone considering giving up the rat race and creeping off somewhere else – DO IT.
In one year of being semi-nomadic and eventually settling in an awesome city, I’ve had a lot of ridiculous experiences, but I can honestly say it’s been one of the best things I’ve ever done. Yes it was difficult. Yes there were times where I literally couldn’t function. Yes, I ate too many tapas and spent the better part of October wondering where my four extra chins came from. But I made it. And you can too.
To reflect this and to welcome normal alignment of planets again (hopefully), I’m taking a very slight change of direction with this blog. I’m still going to talk about travelling, but I’m going to focus more on a more settled view of expat life, namely in adopted home country. I’m still going to share posts detailing my other travels. I’m still going to be embarrassingly honest and overshare about things like mental health, relationships, my lack of skill as an educator, etc. I’m still going to call out the occasional fuckboy, let’s be real.
I’m also going to talk a bit more about my other passion (besides food) – music, and how I’m currently attempting to establish myself on the DJ scene here in Spain. So expect the next few posts to be a bit more eclectic than normal, but whatever, I don’t care, I’m not here to impress you.
So, despite this weird astrological period causing lots of tears, awkward arguments and general fuckery, it’s made one thing very clear: the mad decision I made just over a year ago was absolutely the right one. Hell no I’m not coming back to England. I’m gonna stick it out here for a bit. I’ll keep you all posted.