I mostly hibernated this weekend and partook in some much needed sleep. I'm not sure why I love sleeping in so much but I am really looking forward to two more days of this.
Friday ended tearfully, albeit it was not that tearful for me because I have this weird disease that stops me from crying if anyone else shows the slightest emotion. It's like I turn into 'super comforter', one who will not crack in the face of a tearful person.
So I'm also just waiting for the inevitable massive crying 'i don't wanna go wah wah wha' breakdown that tends to accompany every leaving. D is preparing as well, knowing right now is really the calm before the storm.
It's weird to think that this time next week I will be in a classroom, teaching.
I will be in a place that is warm and humid and so disgustingly hot that I cannot wait. See what 3 years in the UK has done to me??? I'm willing the weather of muggy July Toronto to simply hurry up and get here. I really need to get to the beach.
I'm trying to get in as much relaxing as I can, preparing for the next few months of high anxeity stress.
I actually called Big A on Sunday to chat a bit about the logistics of arrival. I got what I can only assume was his voice mail. The woman was speaking entirely in Korean. It scared the shit out of me.
In less than a week's time, I will be surrounded by language that I CAN'T UNDERSTAND. One of the most frustrating parts about backpacking Europe was that I couldn't really communicate. I'm a very social person. I have trouble leaving a party. I am enivitabley one of the last people to leave. So the lack of understanding and communication is going to be my biggest challenge.
And then there's the thought of teaching children WHO MAY NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING. And I have no backup, you know the way your friend teacher used to become frustrated, roll her eyes and just start speaking in English. We won't have that.
I'm very excited - happy that now work is done I have the time to ponder and think about all these things.
We still have one piece of the puzzle left. We head back to Dublin tomorrow to pick up our passports, with our visas in them. Without those in hand, it doesn't actually feel that real. We're both still joking that somehow, it won't happen for us tomorrow, that they will have gotten the numbers wrong, that it's all a rouse, a dream even and tomorrow I'll wake up to some sort of author disaster or publicity nightmare.
Just hoping if that does happen, I won't be woken up too early.
Friday ended tearfully, albeit it was not that tearful for me because I have this weird disease that stops me from crying if anyone else shows the slightest emotion. It's like I turn into 'super comforter', one who will not crack in the face of a tearful person.
So I'm also just waiting for the inevitable massive crying 'i don't wanna go wah wah wha' breakdown that tends to accompany every leaving. D is preparing as well, knowing right now is really the calm before the storm.
It's weird to think that this time next week I will be in a classroom, teaching.
I will be in a place that is warm and humid and so disgustingly hot that I cannot wait. See what 3 years in the UK has done to me??? I'm willing the weather of muggy July Toronto to simply hurry up and get here. I really need to get to the beach.
I'm trying to get in as much relaxing as I can, preparing for the next few months of high anxeity stress.
I actually called Big A on Sunday to chat a bit about the logistics of arrival. I got what I can only assume was his voice mail. The woman was speaking entirely in Korean. It scared the shit out of me.
In less than a week's time, I will be surrounded by language that I CAN'T UNDERSTAND. One of the most frustrating parts about backpacking Europe was that I couldn't really communicate. I'm a very social person. I have trouble leaving a party. I am enivitabley one of the last people to leave. So the lack of understanding and communication is going to be my biggest challenge.
And then there's the thought of teaching children WHO MAY NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING. And I have no backup, you know the way your friend teacher used to become frustrated, roll her eyes and just start speaking in English. We won't have that.
I'm very excited - happy that now work is done I have the time to ponder and think about all these things.
We still have one piece of the puzzle left. We head back to Dublin tomorrow to pick up our passports, with our visas in them. Without those in hand, it doesn't actually feel that real. We're both still joking that somehow, it won't happen for us tomorrow, that they will have gotten the numbers wrong, that it's all a rouse, a dream even and tomorrow I'll wake up to some sort of author disaster or publicity nightmare.
Just hoping if that does happen, I won't be woken up too early.
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