The big move to Barcelona – how and why we ended up here

So as you might know. I am living in Barcelona. And you might be wondering how and why I ended up here, well except for the obvious reasons of why one would want to live in this fabulous city. I grew up in a small town in Sweden, Trelleborg. I never really wanted to stay there but it’s easy to get stuck. And so we did. Me and my best friend were living together, in an apartment I owned, with our dogs, with jobs, and school and we were just going about our lives as usual. We were sitting on the balcony one day talking and I turned to Anna and asked her what the fuck we were doing there, why we were living there, and if that was gonna be the rest of our lives. And how surprised was I when Anna thought leaving was a good idea.

So we made a decision, then and there, to leave, at least give it a try. We discussed how we could make it possible. What we would do with the dogs, the apartment and everything. About 3 months later we had booked a Spanish course, gotten the dogs passports and rented out the apartment, we said goodbye and left.

Always hanging on the beach when living 2 minutes away

We had an apartment already booked, we didn’t really have a choice with the dogs. And we had already paid a deposit, which was kind of nerv wracking since we had read a lot about people being scammed. But we were lucky, we got there in the middle of the night, with suitcases and dogs and we saw the tiny little apartment on the ground floor in Barceloneta. It was like living in a bunker. We lived there for about 4 months before the owner let us know the apartment on the top floor was gonna be available, with a private rooftop terrace, so we obviously said yaaaaas.

My first birthday in Barcelona, celebrated on our rooftop

We spent about a year in the building, just around the corner from the beach, in about 25 km2, first studying Spanish and then working a bit. We had a blast. We went out all the time, we had rooftop parties, we had so much fun. And then we went home that summer, sold my apartment, traveled the whole summer and came back to a new, much bigger, rental. And the rest is history, I met my fiance, he moved in with us, we calmed down a lot with the partying, we changed jobs and started businesses and continued studying. And we lived there, until we moved to this place in december and a whole new chapter of our lives started.

I will always remember that day on the balcony when we made this huge, life-changing decision. It took some time, even if Barcelona is an amazing city, it still took time to find our way and feel like home. It’s very different vacationing in a place and actually creating a life in a place. What made the final decision was actually going home again, coming home to visit that first Christmas was amazing, but coming back to Barcelona afterwards, it really felt like coming home, and then we knew it was right. But I guess that’s why a lot of people go here for a few months and then go back home, they don’t stick it out, they just party and doesn’t really find their day to day life, or maybe they just don’t wanna live here, that is also a possibility. But I am so happy that we decided to stay, it turned out to be the best decision we ever made.

Celebrating midsummer with out little family

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