Getting here.

The hardest part of being where you want to be is the getting there. No snap of the fingers does the trick. No time-machine or tele-transport exists yet. Nor would I think the destination would be worth it, if it were that easy. 


My getting to Spain has been anything but basic. First off I started the "getting there" in Anchorage, Alaska. On the complete opposite curve of the world. Thousands and thousands of miles away.


Wanting to do more with my career I spent the long, cold and dark winter days soul searching. I thought about what stimulates my brain and makes me grin big. I realized it's when I'm working in a creative environment, getting to think outside the square. Dreaming up big ideas. Also I remembered that when I was learning and speaking Spanish, I was on an endorphin overload. When I put the two together I figured out my dream: to work in the advertising and marketing industry in Spain.


To satisfy the soul I made the hop over after a long, adventurous road-trip through the United States and a flight to Madrid. Now I am here, job searching instead of soul searching.