So, today I turn 30.
Some time ago (when I was much closer to 20), I decided I had two goals that I wanted to achieve before I turned 30.
- Gain european citizenship.
- Get a PhD.
I sneakily added a third one a few years later.
- Speak a second language.
Sneakily, because by that time I was living in Barcelona and it seemed pretty much a sure thing. Although I always wanted to speak another language, so if I’d thought of it earlier it certainly would have been in the original list.
So, today I turn 30 and the only item from the list that I’ve managed is the last one.
I am in the process of getting a PhD, I’m three years in and should finish by the middle of next year.
As for the european citizenship… I have to live with a working visa (or something that allows me to work) for 10 years before being able to apply for citizenship. So far I have zero years, my student visa doesn’t count.
While this post may seem a little moros given that it’s my birthday, it’s not. The truth is, I don’t really mind at all.
I’ve spent the past eight and a bit years living overseas.
I’ve been studying things that I really enjoy for the last five years (plus the three years of university in Australia before that).
I’m living with a girl I love more every day.
I’ve lived in London, Barcelona, as well as four months in Paderborn.
I speak pretty much fluent (Castilian) Spanish, and my German and Catalan aren’t bad (I’ve taken maths classes in both those languages and can get by in a conversation).
So, the truth is, I’m absolutely thrilled with the way that everything has turned out.
P.S. I was going to come up with a clever title for this post, then decided against it.
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