It was only 4 weeks ago that I hopped on to the plane and moved my existence to the middle-of-nowhere Spain and met 3 of my greatest friends here. It's been every level of fun and hard and happy and frustrating and I can only just feel myself beginning to settle in a little.
Before I left Amberley told me about how the people she knew who moved to a different country would say that the first month is always the hardest and I remember thinking that of course, they were right. New York was my dream come true but in reality my first month was pretty tough and only after finally finding a place to live at the beginning of my second month and getting used to the working industry, nothing ever stopped getting better and better. Paris was the same except that the first month was so beyond traumatising (another story for another time) and it had nothing to do with finding a place to live but sadly everything to do with everything else. But the difference is here and while I don't have the experience of my future months to compare with, I feel like this first month won't be my hardest at all and I don't know if I should just be super grateful or just scared as fuck. I am so lucky to have been invited into a company that is so great in size and establishment that the HR department is beyond anything I ever imagined. I mean, ok sometimes things are a little slow here, but really they look after you so well and the help is always there if you ask for it (here I am sending an email a day) and everyone understands your helplessness in the beginning. People here are generous with their time and actually people are just generous in general. It's a nice place here.