Moving has never been a big deal for me. In my short seventeen years of existing I've lived in three different cities and six different houses. It's been a routine almost: never longer than a couple of years in the same place. This could also be the reason that I've been wanting to leave for such a long time. I crave change - whether that's a different colour on my bedroom wall or a complete change of style. So now, after having endured six long years of high school, it is finally time. Obviously I am extremely unprepared - with my room being only half-packed and my three suitcases still empty - but my plane is leaving, whether I am ready or not.
So, there I go. To the beautiful city of Barcelona. Not even that many miles away from my hometown The Hague but worlds apart (if only because in Barcelona the sun actually shines and summers exist). I'll be keeping everyone updated on my search to the cheapest sangria and whether or not I have run into Neymar yet. You'll also find the occasional fashion and/or photography post and that is just so I'll hopefully figure out what to do after my six-month adventure. But I don't have to worry about all that yet. No, right now my only worry is if I'll ever be able to decide which shoes I'll bring. And that's already enough to think about.
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