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Jumping Off a bit of a Cliff

We have been so busy at work that I am finding it hard to find room in my brain to actually process that in 3 weeks time, I will probably be on my way or almost on my way to S. Korea.

I'm a very last minute type person. I feel emotions at the last minute. I deal with situations at the last minute. I finish all assignments at the last minute. I suppose this is called procrastination and I'm certain I've written a blog about that.

I'm certain that I will suddenly realise at the last minute that the plane I'm getting on will be taking me to a place where I don't know the language, I don't know anyway (minus our friend A who got us the job) and I have NEVER TAUGHT ENGLISH BEFORE.

There are a few things causing anxiety:

I have a place to live and a job. This sounds strange I know. And it should make it easier. Suddenly we don't have to worry about finding those things.

But I don't really have the freedom to up and leave if it's not working. No one is tied to anything but I'm not really a quitter (smoking habit case in point) so I can't see myself go through all the effort to start it and then not finish it.

D's last day at work is Friday so it will begin to sink in a bit more. We are still waiting on our visas, which I can only describe as an excrutiatingly tense experience, having given up our homes and jobs without visas or a return flight.

When I say out loud that we're going, the next question for the curious person is 'when is your flight?' My answer is: We dont have one yet.

I feel funny when people ask us questions about it because we don't really have many answers and for the first time, I don't really care. Okay, well I'm trying not to care.

It's not really all figured out and I'm sure that it won't be until my feet are planted in S.Korea.

I suppose in my heart of heart I knew that it was time for us to leave anyway, regardless if this thing all goes 'pear shaped' and we end up not there.

My back up plan is Greece. I keep telling people to keep it light and friendly but you can hear in the voice that they think you're a bit crazy when you don't have a flight somewhere you're telling people that you're going to.

We have European passports, which means we can work anywhere in Europe. So what is the worst case scenario if it all falls through?

The world become our oyster, all over again.

I'm trying very hard to take a different approach to this one. Many times I've stressed and worried about all the details about a place before moving abroad and in the end, the stress seemed futile. It didn't create anything good at the time and was forgotten the minute we arrived.

These are the thoughts for the minute.

Ask me on my last day and you might find I've chained myself to my desk.

Comments

DebbieFoster said…
ABBEY!!!! Oh my goodness, I have just spend hours reading about your travels. You have kept me laughing the whole time! I am so excited for you, and so happy Lynda from G&G told me about your blog. I will be an avid reader, living vicariously through you...as I am sure so many are. Safe travels! Hugs - Debbie Foster
Wow!!! a blast from the past!!! you still sound as fun and fantastic as you always were Debbie - great to have you along for the ride!:) Hope life is going great for you...will have to get an update from Lynda and will get your email too...thanks for your kind words and reading!:)

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