Or in some cases, 12 months. Reading that last blog now, is like recounting some strange dream. I had a few comments about it and now even I find it a bit scary. Where I was when I wrote that was not a place I really want to go back too. Luckily I've come through with what I would say are flying colours...
I'd like to give the full story but right now I'm limited for time with 1 hour until I need to leave for a plane from Barcelona to Sevilla.
The short story is that I took a break from work after hitting the wall once I got back from Finland. Doubts, questions, regrets entered my mind and I kind of lost it for a bit. I managed to pick myself up with some help from my friends and family, and I sailed through the rest of 08 quite busy at work and enjoying the benefits of my own place and the delights of East Melbourne. A great little suburb and one that I would like to stay in for a while...
Step forward to Jan 09 and I am in Spain on a 2 week holiday seeing the sights and practising some pretty ordinary Spanish... Should really have studied harder when I learned it a few years ago. Still, it's getting me by and I am having a great time. Sampling the local cuisine, tapas, wine, and Chocolate and Churros, Yum...
I've been to Barcelona and admired the genius of Gaudi and spent the weekend in Santiago de Compostela where I caught up with a friend who I studied in Finland with. So today I am back in Barc, and about to jet down to Sevilla for a bit of a look around (maybe some flamenco dancing) and then to Granada before the long flight home again... I won't be apprehensive about going home this time, confident in who I am and what I have in store for the coming year. I've been working on a little business plan for myself and I'll continue that while I spend time with my family and friends.
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