Now that the drama of the past few years are over with I read with interest the posts left by an ex colleague who has relocated to Spain.
I don’t comment much because I can’t.
In honesty I miss Spain. I miss the sun, I miss the laid back attitude, I miss all the things that drew me to it in the first place.
But I know that nothing would change if we returned. Ok so my health problem has hopefully been resolved but the isolation that I felt in the four walls as my hubby was unable to venture out much would not correct itself.
I would still find myself as a foreigner and the willingness of fitting in would not happen unless I did it on my own. Social butterflies we have never been and the disability my husband now has makes it even more so.
But I have to admit to myself that when I look at the photos or I go for a Google walk around then I know that part of myself still belongs there.
I believe I said once before that I felt split with one foot in each country. Both countries in my heart and I know that whichever country I live in the other one will always tug at my heart strings.
