One day and four weeks of work lie betweeen easy living and my last paycheck. Another year of teaching English is abruptly ending. How do I feel?
Overwhelmed, galvanized, astouded.
How did this happen so fast, again?
I've run a marathon, turned 24 and finally begun to make small steps in nourishing my confidence in all aspects of life, but most pointedly, in speaking Spanish. I'm exactly where I want to be right now. I'm living life and learning about myself, the world and my ever-changing role within it. I'm Not in a career I can't leave, Not in a house that I must pay off, Not in a relationship that I must strive to maintain. I can be selfish and that's more than cool, it's expected.
Yet, it's all on the brink. The Spanish government is in possession of my next decision. Will I return to Spain? That depends. With an economy in crisis and education the latest blow in budget crunching (15,000 teachers in Andalucía alone will be fired before next year), my admitida status means little until I receive an official contract and that thing we all need, the next paycheck.
Vamos a ver...
We will see...
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