02/04/2026
Four years ago today, I arrived here with a mask on my face and eyes wide open.
The first time I came to Barcelona, it was when I had my first real job. First proper salary. And for the first time in my life, I could afford a holiday I actually wanted. I chose Barcelona. Of course I did.
I came back many times after that. And at some point I realised, if I ever come here again, it won’t be as a tourist. I’ve seen enough of this city from the outside. I want to know what it feels like from the inside.
It took me about 14 years from falling in love with this place to finally settling here. Fourteen years of choosing what felt “safe” instead of what my heart wanted. A few steps forward, a few sideways, and some completely in the opposite direction.
Dreams have their own timeline. And sometimes we need to grow into them before they’re ready for us.
Four years ago today I stopped chasing this dream and started living it.
Is it easy? Yes and no.
It feels so good to be here, but building everything from scratch: a business, a social life, a sense of belonging and in a foreign country, in a language that is simply foreign…
We always assume that when we’re finally living our dream, things will come easier.
Well, maybe for some people.
But here’s what I know: dreams don’t always arrive in one bold leap. They arrive in steps. In detours. In years of quietly not giving up.
Today I celebrate. Here’s to detours, the wrong turns and everything that leads toward our dreams ❤️