June 17, 2013 by ebostick1212
I am currently perched on the edge of returning to the US, semi-permanently. I have my auxiliar position here in Córdoba, but if I can get job in America that would better prepare me for the future….I might take it.
While on this perch, I have been thinking a lot about my nomadic history. I have been living in Spain for a year, but haven’t been home (except for the odd summer vacation) since 2008.
I call myself a nomad, so I must have been wandering. Where have I been?
I have written A LOT about Spain; WordPress has informed me that I have written seventy blog posts, all of them about this country that I love so much.
I thought I would highlight some of my previous homes. While Sevilla has been incredibly important to me, these other places also helped shape me into the person I am today. They may not be as glamorous, but they deserve a chance in the limelight too!
So where do we start? I guess we start at my first leap abroad : Preston, England.
Preston is a small industrial city, nestled between Manchester and Liverpool. It is kind of gritty, but it was a place I called home for three years.
In 2008 I was in a major rut. I hated college, and I wasn’t getting anywhere with it. I wasn’t inspired by anything, and I spent many an evening asking what was the point of paying thousands of dollars in tuition for an education that didn’t do anything for me.
So I figured, if I was going to get a college education, I was going to start over, get inspired, and not weigh myself down with major student loans.
I made a decision.
I started applying to universities in the UK, a place where I could get a quality education and not pay for it for the rest of my life. Since I wanted to study languages, I could have gone directly to France or Spain, but I was not ready to dive into the deep end of the pool. In the UK it is standard for a language student to do three years in the UK, and one studying or working in a country of their target language….so I could have the best of both worlds. After being accepted to a few universities, I chose the one that best suited me. The University of Central Lancashire.
So, after getting my visa, I packed up and left. It was a huge leap of faith, and it was the best decision I ever made.
Preston isn’t the prettiest of cities, but is where I found myself academically inspired, interested in Modern Languages, and ready to do coursework. This is the city lit a fire underneath me. This person, who hated college four years before, took courses in Portuguese and Arabic, and wrote a full academic dissertation on Regional French Languages…and enjoyed every minute of it!
Preston isn’t famous in any way, but it is where I met people who will stay with me forever. I arrived, barely knowing anyone, and graduated in 2012, with a bevy of life-long friends.
Preston isn’t London or Edinburgh, but, perhaps most importantly, it is where the seed of my nomadic persona was planted. It was here that I got my first taste of international living, and became slightly nomadic.