2 Year Reflections
The past couple of weeks I have been reflecting a lot on what 2 years in Spain has meant for me. So this post is more me processing than anything else, but if you're interested in knowing what's in my brain, read on. Before coming to Spain the longest I had ever lived outside of Canada for was 6 months. I had no idea what 2 years would look like and now looking forward I see that in order to complete my term I have less time left than I have now been here for. The week before I moved to Spain, I remember lying in my bed at night talking to God. Telling him how I had absolutely no idea what to expect. How I couldn't even imagine what life would be like and how the idea of speaking Spanish was such a crazy idea to me. I remember wondering about how I would drive, or where I would live. What grocery shopping would be like or how I would make friends. God didn't answer any of those things for me during that time, but he did promise that he would be with me. Now 2 year