Goodness me… I’M MOVING TO SPAIN!

Last week I spent the week spinning through southern Spain with my husband wandering and whispering wonders. And together we made a decision… let’s live here.

So Australia, my land as carved in my heart and defined on my passport, will wait. The next adventure for the puppies and I tastes like tapas and smells like sea salt. In a few weeks-ish, we’ll pack up and move into a house where I can see the ocean from my bedroom and feel the waves in my lungs.

After six years of hustling, everything will slow down. I am entering a new wave of Self with my soulmate. It’s indescribable. New York City was a sea of inspiration. Though I certainly retreated from my online presence, the ink in my books seeps through pages. I literally haven’t stopped since I’ve arrived.

When I left Australia, I knew I was entering an incredible challenge. I succeeded. Now Southern Europe awaits. I’m relocating to Sotogrande where I will kiss the sun and weave together words in an entirely new world.

I feel prepared and spiritually centered. Sure I don’t speak Spanish, I’m learning. Of course, I have to have my box of belongings that I shipped to the Gold Coast back home in Queensland picked up and sent to Spain – but anything straight forward simply doesn’t align with my nature.

All I want is to settle in love with my unbelievably amazing husband. So when he turned to me in a park in Algeciras and said, “Darling, I know Australia is your home, but perhaps, for some time – we can live together in Spain…” I smiled so widely the starlight reflected off the white of my teeth.

I spent the next day on the beach, staring across to North Africa (a short twenty minute ferry ride from my new residence) and settling into my new reality – starting the next cycle of my life with my two creatures and life love in Spain.