Forward

My whole life is waiting right there, on the edge of this year.  For the fourth year in a row, I will be in Europe, but this time, I don’t see myself coming back.  I am preparing to leave my home, and it is hard.  Every time I think about it, I feel so young.  I am a child, not ready to leave.  But I’m not ready to stay here either.  I want to see.  I want to fly. 

I’ve decided I will have a cat, for my birthday next year.  At that point, I will have been accepted to teach in France (confidence is key?).  My cat and I will live a blissful life fueled by baguette and fresh milk. 

Tomorrow, the first step in this process.  Not really the first, rather a long line of steps come to completion.  I will go to Atlanta to acquire my student visa and file for my long stay permit.  Then, two months from now when I am back in France, back in Grenoble, I will continue the process.

I have a job application to finish, that I am confident of.  I have a cover letter and resumes to send out to other schools, and I see everything hiding just behind the new year.