How Did I Get Here?

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September 16, 2012 by ebostick1212

There is no doubt that Sevilla is a magical city. The narrow, winding roads. The daily siesta. The art of flamenco. I feel incredibly lucky that I get to spend a year here. Yet, how did I get here in the first place? Why am I here, and not working some stable job in Boston?

In order to figure that out, I need to look back at the last four years. Four years ago, I decided to take the leap to move abroad and go to university in England. It was a combination of needing to get away from home, and desire to spend ample time abroad that pushed me to do it. I studied French, Spanish and a little Portuguese at a university just outside of Manchester. It was a three year program, along with one year abroad. During that year, I picked up and moved to France. During my third year in France, I fully expected that come graduation, I would move back to the United States, get a job in an office, and settle down. Then things changed, and I got a crazy idea.

While living in France, I met my boyfriend, a tall, dark Sevillano with a heart of gold and a penchant for super hero comics. We lived in the same residence hall, and initially met with thoughts of having a Spanish English exchange. Of course, he will tell you I will do anything to avoid speaking in Spanish!

We continued to date in 2011, as I moved back to England to finish my degree and write my dissertation. The long distance thing was rough, but we managed pretty well.

With my completed degree in hand, I decided to spend another year abroad…this time in Spain.

Now…it would be a complete and utter lie to say that the only reason I applied to work in Spain was to be with my boyfriend. I am far to much of a feminist for that to be the sole reason. It is a lucky coincidence that I was even placed in a school near his town…after all, the program could have placed me anywhere in Andalucía. I decided to move to Spain because I desperately want to be trilingual before entering the ‘real’ workforce. I speak French fluently, but my Spanish leaves something to be desired. I mean, if I could spend a year immersed in a new culture, learning a new language, AND be close to my boyfriend? Heck, that would be great.

So here I am. Elizabeth Bostick: Auxiliar de Conversación in Sevilla. I hope that this year I will be able to accomplish all of my goals, and gain valuable teaching experience.

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One thought on “How Did I Get Here?

  1. JP says:

    Qué ganas de saber más de ti, señorita. Está magníficamente redactado, un placer para la vista.

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