Free Fallin’

So it’s been way too long since I’ve updated, life got a little crazy, but I recently just made a huge change in my life, and I am hoping to be able to dedicate time here again.
I moved. I moved out of my parents’ house and in with my boyfriend. Out of state. It has been such a bittersweet experience. I am so happy to have taken this huge step in my life, but leaving my family has been the most difficult thing that I have ever done. My mom is my best friend and we did everything together, and it is so hard leaving her knowing that we can’t just go grab lunch or dinner on a whim.
I know that this is the perfect time in my life to do this; venture out on my own and have the experience of a lifetime, but I wish it was right next door to my parents!
The reality of the situation still hasn’t completely sunken in yet. I haven’t yet found a job, and many of my bags remain unpacked. I haven’t been here for a full 24 hours yet, and even though his house is littered with my random things, it still just feels like a weekend visit, but if I were to go home, my room would be empty except for my bed. In this moment I am just free falling. While I was crying yesterday my boyfriend made a point that free falling isn’t the worst thing in the world; at no other point in my life can I have no worry of responsibility.

My boyfriend’s family is spread out over a few states, his parents live in different states than their siblings and parents; so when he left home it was almost like keeping up with the pace. My family on the other hand, has stayed in Connecticut and very few have ventured out. I keep thinking about all of the small things I am going miss and that is one of the more difficult things to come to terms with. But I will be spreading my wings and gaining my own experience. I am excited about what my new path has in store for me, and I hope that you will be there to follow. And any advice about moving away would be helpful!

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth,
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.



Saturday night was my first time trying Tapas, and it will certainly not be the last. Located in New Haven, CT near many of the bars and situated right next to a hotel is Barcelona. You will certainly miss it as I did at first, as there is no sign, just two wood doors.

Upon entering I realized I had made a rookie mistake by not calling ahead to make a reservation. We were directed to the bar to have a “glass or two of wine” which worked out perfectly as shortly after some seats opened up at the bar.
The bar had an open structure allowing you to see the kitchen right behind it, which I loved.

Narrowing down the selections from the menu was entirely too difficult. We ended up trying four dishes; crispy calamari with a smoked spicy pepper aioli, beef empanadas with smoky pepper sauce, chicken empanadas with an avocado puree, and potatoes with a spicy tomato sauce with a drizzled herb aioli. To finish we had crepas salguero, which were two crepes filled with vanilla and dulce de leche ice cream with a chocolate sauce on top.

I admit, I am a self-proclaimed “foodie”, and this food was so amazing. I had never had calamari that big and had only had it served with the traditional marinara sauce, so I was apprehensive at first that it would not be to my liking, but in fact it was the opposite; it was my first taste of Barcelona and I was in love.
I went to Barcelona with absolutely no expectations, and I was beyond impressed with everything. I am already planning to go back and try the steak paillard, the lamb meatballs, and the roasted garlic bulbs

Happy Veterans Day!