I love traveling. It’s what I do, and I will never stop
doing it. That being said, I’ll be turning 35 in a few days, and I’m starting
to think in terms of actually… not settling down, but more like establishing a
permanent base here in the US. While I’m not a huge fan of the Orlando area, I
do like Florida in general and there are a lot of TESOL opportunities here due
to our high native Spanish speaking population. I also do not relish another
couple of plane flights with animals. Flying with pets, while often a necessity
in my life, is never a pleasant experience for me, and I suspect it’s far worse
for them. I’d love to have my own place with a fenced in yard where Mochi could
run, and maybe even play with a dog his size, and a house big enough that I
wouldn’t have to have the litter box in my bedroom. Obviously, when I do this
(and I will eventually), I will continue to take fun and ridiculous vacations
to destinations that hardly anyone else would choose… but am I ready to stop
living and working overseas long term? I don’t know. On the one hand, I’ve been
browsing real estate listings in central and north Florida while hunting for
potential future employers in those areas. (Of course, I don’t graduate until
May 2014, and all of the job ads online now are for either immediate or January
start dates, so it’s not like I’m applying for anything.) On the other hand, I’m
still working on my application to the State Department’s English Language
Fellow program and browsing overseas job listings. Some days I’m certain I want
to move overseas again, other days I’m certain I want to stay here. I’m
thinking it could go either way. Obviously it’s way too early for me to be
worrying about this, as I won’t be submitting any job applications until next
semester… and yet it seems that nowadays this is all I think about.
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