Guys, where should I begin… I have to take a two week seminar for university in another country. I chose the Suffolk University in Madrid because when I have to leave the country I of course choose a warm place, I’m fuckin’ tired of being cold. And we have to pay for the flight and accommodation ourselves so I thought Shanghai or Boston wouldn’t be the best idea for me and my budget, you know…
So Madrid it is. Booking a flight was a quick and not too expensive assignment so that was done in no time. But finding a place to stay was a huge task. Long story short, I’m broke. So a proper hotel was a big No for me, two weeks are a minimum of 900 Euros. Why the hell is that so expensive?! I have never thought that, but again, I’m broke so why would I think about what two weeks in a hotel would cost me. Of course there is still the option to stay in a hostel but… let’s be real. I can’t stand even the thought of staying in a room with three to seven strangers. I’m a nervous person that freaks out about nearly everything in life. And living with strangers without really having the option of privacy is one of the things that freaks me out. What should I say, I’m not the most mentally stable person, and am a total weirdo around strangers always feeling the need to act different so others accept me, but that is another chapter. So a hostel was not an option. I thought it would be a nice idea to book via Airbnb. Oh, how naive I was. Retrospectively I have to say that this wasn’t my best idea. Just because of their policy that every host is allowed to cancel the reservation on the guests until the last day. That does have consequences for them but there are some people that don’t care and try to scam people anyways. And that was exactly what happened to me, yay. My host tried to get more money out of me after everything was confirmed and done, and when I refused to pay it, she canceled. Airbnb did a lot to help me get another accommodation but finding a new apartment nine days before the trip stressed me out a lot. But I think I will be sceptical until I arrive and get keys. That’s my nature. I distrust people.
Packing is another thing that stresses me out because I always fear to forget something and over pack big time. Not only that I need to bring clothes, obviously, but all of the material for the seminar and everything I need to survive two weeks in a foreign country like my Kindle, headphones, chargers, lip balm and hair bands. It’s the little things, you know. But the most important part is planning. I need to have everything planned and written down, especially in situations like being somewhere else. All the near supermarkets, cafes, parks and restaurants need to be checked out and written down in my notebook that I take everywhere I go. I plan my freetime, no matter if it’ll work out like that, but I need the plan. I look for places to go for a run or walk, where I can get my coffee on the way to university, where the best tapas are and what sights I want to see. You might think that I’m mad, and you might be right, but that is the only way I truly feel prepared and don’t freak out. Yes, it is exhausting being me and excepting how my brain works. But it is the only one I have, so I try to live with it, you know. Can’t afford therapy, so what else should I do, right?
All of that is one reasons why I don’t travel a lot, especially alone. Of course, me being broke is another huge barrier, but I am just an at home person. I like being at home. I feel save and happy here. I have my boyfriend and my pets here. And to be honest, I’m not too thrilled about this trip I’m being forced to. But I’m trying to stay positive, to enjoy my time there and I want to take you with me, so stay tuned for the content I’ll put out from Sunday on either here or on my Instagram.
With that being said…
Peace out xo