Fala ingles?

Before you read the actual blog I wrote, I think this needs to come first:

People tell me all the time that they wish they could do what I do and just "go" like that. Everyone has the tendency to crave adventure and exploration, some just choose to starve that craving. Some find outlets elsewhere and some are literally miserable doing so.
Don't underestimate how big your heart can be. Step outside the cubicle of life we've all created for ourselves and see what truly makes you tick. If you're already doing what makes you tick, hell yeah! If not...why?!

I firmly believe my purpose on earth is to know God and to make Him known. I also believe I would be falsely representing Him if I caged up my natural desires He placed in my heart and chose to live a life of "contentment". He died so I could live much greater; a life that, yes, brings happiness to me, but also joy to those I encounter. Genuine joy. To me, that's how I want to resemble Christ. I want to genuinely show others my happiness and tell them who I got it from.

This blog is one that will raise more questions and concerns than any I've ever written. I typically stick to sharing things I'm passionate about or just updates on my latest city or life change. This blog is going to get more eye rolls than usual. I know I have a reputation to just do things and not think about them. But as I sit on this plane back to the the states, my eyes are filled with tears. I wrote once about how Austin made me feel 100% me. This past week could put that to shame.
Within 24 hours of being in Europe, I was in denial. "This is overrated. The feeling will go away. You can't even speak to these people."
By day two I knew I had fallen really hard. I knew this was much different than any of my "gut feeling" moves I've made in the past two years. I just couldn't put my finger on it. I literally couldn't hold conversations with half of the people I met, I was tired and my feet were blistered and sore from walking everywhere. But I had a tickling realization that this is where I would end up.
Fast forward to Spain and the bucket has completely inverted and drenched me. I'm all in. The thought of leaving made me sick. I know this sounds dramatic, especially for me. But it did, I didn't want to think of leaving. In fact, I instantly decided I wouldn't wait for my chance at Europe again. I was going to live here no matter what.
I craved to learn their language, I craved to spend every second with these people and learn about their lives. The fact that I had to leave felt like I had just shown up to my own surprise party, but I had to leave five minutes in- no candles blown out, no presents unwrapped.
Just no good.

Sasha, what the hell are you talking about..?
Friends, I have a crazy, big, wild heart and most of you know that. I'm as free as a leaf in the wind. I do things different than most people, but I'm happy. I do these things alone, but I'm not lonely, I have friends all over the globe. I can't imagine my life any other way. I can't imagine spending the past two years in a classroom, not meeting the people I've met, not seeing so much creation, and not living in full gratitude for every possibility in my life. God wired me a little different. I can't put Him in a box by taming what im passionate about--just because the norm is to be a degree holder with a 9-5 and bliss on the weekends. Pass.

So what's on my agenda exactly?
I'm finding my way to europe for at least the summer. If you'd like to help or have any ideas, let me know. I plan on taking in the au pair role again.
I'm going to start learning Catalan/Spanish and then Portuguese and Italian.
Long term? I want to open a CrossFit gym somewhere in Europe, preferably on the coast of Portugal, Spain or Italy.
Chuckle away. I know it's a hefty goal, but why tell you just a petty one when my brain dreams big?

If I had never visited Europe, I wouldn't know what I was missing, which is okay. But I do know, and I'm doing something about it.

What are you doing?