I was all set to go. It was fall and I had dug my heals in. “There is no way I am going to find myself trapped in a cubicle to sit and wither to nothing. I moved home after college to figure things out, and then got a job washing dishes so that I wouldn’t get too comfortable with where I was at. No, I didn’t know quite what I wanted to do…but I could do anything so I would take the time to reload before I took off to take over the world.
The summer had ended, and I had a good tan, had read several books, had made a website and was well rested. Had I figured out what to do? Not quite. I wanted to travel and to learn a foreign language. Take a few risks and enjoy my life without responsibility to anything but myself (and my student loans, but they would be pushovers). I came up with the idea to teach english abroad. I could get a CELTA certified in Madrid! Time to plan…
Find a school and get accepted….check
Find a room…..check
Don’t be a pussy and get a job workin’ for the man….awww…fuck!
I wish I could use the job as an excuse, but its not. I decided that I wasn’t ready to live abroad by myself for several reasons. Smart or dumb?...no way to tell. But again I am getting the itch to pack my bag.
