Thursday, May 10, 2007

Learning to walk again

I think I've lost some of my courage. When I lived in Madrid 4 years ago I had to do everything for myself - bank accounts, utility bills, fruit purchases. Everything. This time around I have Nacho by my side and I have come to realize that perhaps I am depending upon him for too much. I'm certainly glad to have him here to take the lead on more cumbersome things (like dealing with immigration - which I'll blog about in some weeks when I hopefully have some good news), but I depend on him for many small things too. And I need to get away from that. I did this before and I can do it again.

So perhaps I haven't lost my courage, but it's hidden away in one of the boxes that I haven't yet opened. I just need some time to unpack it.

1 comment:

JustMe said...

Really interesting observation, Amy. Do you think it's a factor of age, this misplacing of your courage? Hmmm, you charged off to Spain the first time loaded down with bags and not even sure where you would be staying.