The night before I left for Spain in August 2019, I felt furious with myself.

My childhood bedroom looked like a Midwestern tornado had pillaged my closet, bookshelf, and drawers. An overweight suitcase sat at the foot of my bed. I’d find out in a few weeks that I wouldn’t even need half of the shit I packed.

Continue reading “6 Years Ago, I Moved to Spain. You Won’t Believe What’s Happened. [Part 1/9 – Pre-Departure]” →