change
It seems to be a recurring motif of my blog posts…sitting in a hotel in Barcelona the night before a flight home. The last few weeks have resounded in chaos and this scary word “change.” We moved out of our Girona apartment earlier this week and are packing up shop for the rest of the (cycling) season. In a week we’ll be back in Sacramento as I start rehearsal for Capital Dance Project’s annual Behind the Barre show and then return to dancing with the Sacramento Ballet.
It’s hard to believe it has been a year and a half since I was in the studio dancing with my colleagues. It feels like a lifetime has passed (although I did get married and move to Europe in that year and a half, so it kind of has). I’ll be dancing with the company in Sacramento for Nutcracker and their February performances, and after that Neilson and I will return to Europe for his cycling season to start back up. The plan is to audition in the spring for European companies since this past year that didn’t pan out so well with covid re-shutting everything down.
The last week has been much more emotional than I expected. When we flew here in January, I cried on the plane, scared I was leaving behind my friends and family and paused career for this unknown new life with my new husband. Seven months later, I cried the whole drive leaving Girona. I never could’ve imagined how much it would feel like we were leaving after such a short time. I never could’ve imagined the friends that immediately made me feel at home by welcoming me into their community here in Girona.
All this to say, when we return to Europe come February, we have a lot more questions than we have answers about what the future holds. But we have each other and we know that God has always been good to us.
After spending weeks selling, packing and toting around our belongings, it is my best reminder to hold on to not what we have, but who we have.
xx F
Driving to Andorra
Goodbye blue door apartment!
Post moving roadtrip fuel
Our first home that served us so well