I’ve been home three weeks now. I’m still trying to find the words to describe how I feel being back home. It does feel refreshing seeing my family, friends, and my favorite spots around town. It all has me feeling quite humbled. The first week I was back I went up to Green Bay with my dad to visit my brother, niece and nephew. I am cherishing all the time spent with the people I love most. I learned while in Spain to NEVER take my own family for granted ever again.
I’m trying to get back into the routine of everything. The first couple weeks were a little tough in terms of my sleeping schedule. The seven hour time difference had me waking up at 3am numerous nights. It’s finally getting better! I am getting in the gym routine once again, it feels great to be back with the gym family. Time to lose this Spanish weight! I am also working part time (once again) at Festival for a month, as I’m planning to head to Ohio early June to continue waiting tables at Cedar Point.
The one crappy thing about being home is getting bombarded with the question “So, what’s next?” Honestly, I have no idea. We will worry about that later.
I decided against doing the work and holiday authorization in Ireland because I’m not sure I’m ready to jump into something like that right away, as I just got back from Spain. There was a time limit on the authorization (had to have been accepted within the next two weeks/one year of being enrolled in school), so I will no longer be eligible in the future. But hey, there’s worse things in life.
It feels good to be back, but I’m already thinking about my next adventure.