“You’re not getting cold feet, are you?”
And then we clasped hands and I clenched my sweaty toes as we clicked “Purchase” on Aer Lingus.
I don’t think I’ll regret buying my one-way ticket to D.C. last night, but I am scared. And sweaty.
So many questions loom, a completely uncertain future. Where will I work? Where will I live? Will I be able to find Spanish ham there? What do D.C. and Maryland look like and feel like? I don’t know what to expect.
I’m scared to leave Spain after adjusting to a routine here — eating lunch at 2 p.m., doing nothing on Sundays, drinking tintos de verano at anytime of day without judgement. How will I behave in “my own” country when it seems like a foreign land itself?