Barcelona, Life, Popular

One Month Down…

2 May

I think I’m going to take the Seinfeld approach with this blog, and just talk a whole lot about nothing, and maybe it will resonate with the other #OGMillennials who don’t know their purpose and are still trying to figure out what they want to be when they grow up. I know this isn’t “cool” to say given the Millennial/Gen Z obsession with looking like we have our shit together, but I’ve honestly NEVER had a clear vision of what I want to do or pursue in life. When I was little I had all kinds of ideas: Astronaut (no clue why), WNBA Player (4 knee surgeries later…), Veterinarian (I get too sad when they die), Housewife (this is laughable for SO MANY REASONS now), businesswoman (what kind you ask? NO IDEA), Model… I guess this is still possible… but realistic? Nah…

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I’ve always been good at A LOT of things, but I’ve never excelled or been the best at any one thing. I don’t think I have any real talent… other, I guess, than my completely exhausting inability to give up… even when I SHOULD. I can cook and bake, I’m artistic, I’m pretty (at one point that mattered more than anything), I can write, I’m pretty damn tough, and my legs are incredibly strong. I have an innate ability to connect with and build rapport with people… but my “good ats” have never become “good enough” to form a dream around… so… we’re back where we started… I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.

Work… Gym… Repeat.

The standard Barcelona souvenir offering…

So, I guess when we can’t figure out the future, it’s best to focus on the now. Today was pretty much my (new) normal. I woke up at 8:45, even though, since I’ve been in Barcelona, I’ve pretty much been sleeping until 10 or 11. This is definitely NOT my stateside normal. In Dallas, my hours or rest (describing it as sleep with the intent to renew is being generous) would normally be from about midnight to about six am. I could NEVER sleep until 8, no matter how busy, or heavy, the previous day was. But, being in Barcelona, my body is definitely adjusting for a few reasons: Firstly, NOTHING, and I mean not even the Starbucks, opens in my area before 9 AM, with most places open between 10-11 AM. Secondly, there is NO direct sunlight in my AirBnB. Barcelona, at least right now, is sunny and warm, but my AirBnB is situated in one of many sun-deprived alleyways located throughout the Gothic Quarter.

A few observations after being here one day short of a month:

Everybody smokes
Cleaning your table after you eat, even at a fast food joint, is apparently not a thing
Leashes are just a suggestion
I have yet to see a stray cat or dog
Stray people, however, are much more common
I haven’t had the best luck with clean and/or accessible public restrooms, even in places like Starbucks or McDonald’s.

I know this isn’t “cool” to say given the Millennial/Gen Z obsession with looking like we have our shit together, but I’ve honestly NEVER had a clear vision of what I want to do or pursue in life.

This area of Barcelona is beautiful, noisy, and bustling with life. Hundreds of thousands of tourists, expats, and locals stream into the streets, lost in their inner dialogues, each as unique as their individual experience of the city itself. The rest of my new norma consists of walking to the gym, getting in a workout (obvs), walking to Starbucks to knock out some work, walking back to the AirBnB to change and take a mental break by, you guessed it, walking to the beach. After about an hour of collecting sea glass and contemplating life, I took a conference call on my walk home and then walked to dinner at my favorite place Honest Greens (where I’m currently writing this).

After that… I guess it’ll be time to walk home… or actually… Dessert. But where? Obviously somewhere I can walk to LOL. A quick Google Maps search and it looks like Bubo is the winner!