If this blog was a child, the Child Protection Services people would be all over my ass like white on rice. Thank gawd it’s not and the only thing I have to answer to is the guilt, sadness and feelings of inadequacy in my own heart.
I do however have a new goal for myself (new as in I’ve been thinking about it for over six months now, and finally have a plan of action). I’m going to teach English overseas. After months of researching and (FAILing) at trying to save money for the CELTA course I have decided I’m going to move back in with my mother (cue death march music).
My lease expires at the end of this year and the course starts mid-February so I figure that gives me enough time to save the money necessary for the course. It will also give me ample time to remember why I moved out 7 years ago in the first place.
I’m really hoping the course is worth the $2500 price tag. Oh, and the emotional scarring I’ll be sure to endure.*
There are some really important unresolved issues that I’ll have to deal with in the upcoming months. Things such as: Where do I want to go teach? Will I survive 6 months to a year in a strange country? What am I going to do with all my shoes while I’m gone? I guess I’ll just have to tackle these as they come.
I wonder if I can work: “How to Make the Perfect Dirty Martini” into a lesson plan…
*I’m mostly kidding. My mum can be fabulous – when she isn’t stark raving mad