Packing for a year in Spain

I can’t believe this is happening. This time tomorrow I will be on a plane to Madrid, Spain. I will be on the flight that leads me to my new home for the next year. I will be on the flight that will change my life. I can’t believe this is happening.

All day today those thoughts have been running through my head- that I will be gone tomorrow. It seems surreal, like I will wake up from a dream and realize that I am not actually going to Spain. Today has been the day of packing. I have been packing and packing and packing some more. I can’t believe how many clothes I have. I went through all my clothes and picked up the essentials and then the “well maybe I will bring this, who knows”. Yeah, only the essentials are going, there isn’t space for any “maybes” on this trip. I feel like I’m pretty good about making a mess, and let me tell you, a mess is what was made while packing. Clothes were everywhere. I was everywhere. I would be running from the kitchen to the spare bedroom that housed my packing materials/clothes, down to the basement, back up to the room. I got quite the workout from just packing. Who knew it was so exhausting!

 

The view from the doorway of my packing area.

My goal for packing was to put everything in just one large suitcase that would be checked-in and my carry on. Unfortunately, I did not make my goal. If I didn’t want to shower for the next year or wear jewelry, I would have made it. All my clothes and shoes managed to fit between the two cases, however, it was just too much for bathroom supplies, cosmetics, and jewelry. So I pulled out another suitcase and re-arranged. Even though I didn’t make my goal, I keep reminding myself that I have some room now for all the items that I buy throughout the next year. As if I needed anymore of a reason to buy stuff while there.

 

Different angle of more clothes that still needed to be packed.

And now I sit here, thinking of all the uncertainty of the future and what will happen within the next year. All the adventures I will go on, all the knowledge I will learn, all of the experiences I will have while in a different country. And as I sit here and think about all of these things, I become overwhelmed with excitement for what’s to come.

I can’t wait.

De Wisconsin, con amor,

michelle

1 thought on “Packing for a year in Spain”

  1. So good to hear that you have made it to Spain. Hope this next year is everything you hope it to be!! We already miss you here at home, but that’s a “Mom thing” so…….
    Have a good wkend!
    Love & miss you!
    Mom

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