Last summer, I spent a couple months in Vienna.
I’d always wanted to try traveling and working abroad, and after looking in to a few options, I realized it was way more doable than I’d previously imagined. I booked a flat off AirBnB, bought a plane ticket, and headed to Europe for two months of work-travel.
Not gonna lie: it was pretty excellent.
A few weeks in, I started planning my next trip. Well, “planning” is the wrong word. I knew where I wanted to go, and I knew I didn’t have much actual planning to do yet. So really, I began to mentally prepare myself for my next trip. Shortly after that, I started telling people about my plan, just to get it out there in the open. I notice that when I don’t say things out loud, I tend not to follow through on them.
This week, I finally made the commitment. After a few days of browsing apartments, and then a few more days of flipping between my top picks in my browser tabs, and then making an ordered list of the top three I wanted to go for, and then waiting at least another twenty-four hours out of sheer anxiety, I sent in my request.
The last time I did this, I swear I applied three or four places to people who kept coming back to tell me that they’d forgotten to update their listing. This time, the owner got back it me in less than three hours.
So, that’s that.
If you’re looking for me about February and March, I’ll be in Madrid.
I’ll let you know how it goes.