Time passes! And it takes us along with it: now a lazy float, now the running rapids, now an eerie calm.
And now, for me, a rising white noise of waterfall. In a month my partner and I move to Geneva. It's exciting and terrifying and anxiety-producing, but the nice thing about time is that I know it will carry me over the stress of, you know, learning French and such things.
I have loved my time in Barcelona, since moving here in 2005. The city has been pretty good to me. While I am indeed ready to go and try new things, I won't be leaving it without regret.
As a practical matter, I'll be (quite happily) staying on with Igalia, in their compilers group. Practically speaking, my move doesn't change much, work-wise; I've always met with customers over the net or on-site, never in Barcelona itself.
There are loads of practicalities to sort out, but if you have any knowledge about the town, I'm all digital ears. Also, if you happen to need some responsible caretakers for your alpine villa, do let me know. It doesn't even have to have a hot tub. I'm not particular. Just sayin'.