So, I know it's been almost a year since I moved to England and abandoned this blog completely. It's been an eventful eight months, during which I've seen a great deal of exotic places, entertained three jobs, and gotten into my first adult relationship.
Truth be told, for the first five months or so, I was just cheating on this blog with another blog, but that didn't work out so well. So, now I've come crawling back - for the time being - though I still might just import this whole thing over to wordpress, since my brief affair over there did expose me to some advantages that are pretty hard to ignore.
Presently, I'm sitting at the kitchen table in a little cottage nestled deep in the French Alps, eating salted fries (or chips) off of a plate, and debating what my next step will be. James, the aforementioned other half, thinks it's a good idea for me to start recounting all I've been through over the past several months, in order to re-stimulate my writing processes (which have admittedly gone a bit stale over the winter) and to help me reflect on what I've gained out here and what I want to pursue next.
Right now, I'm an au pair in a ski resort for two beautiful girls with a Scottish mum and a French dad. They're bilingual, which helps me on the professional level, but doesn't do much for my French learning curve. In fact, it's even started to affect the way I speak English. ie. Why you is not meet us at thee bus?
My original plan (as far as it went), was to stay here until September - with a two month break in May and June which I'd spend visiting home and doing a bit of backpacking to the homes of some of the international friends I've made over the past few months. However, I'm not sure if that's going to work out, and even if it does, money is running out and I haven't got a plan for what follows.
So, my options are in a continual juggle. Am I moving to Australia to try to find media work? Getting my TEFL and teaching English in Prague? What about graduate school? Why not just go all in and move to a hut in Bali for the next two years, selling seashell sculptures to tourists? Etc. etc. etc. It's really a great big vortex of confusion.
I don't know how to even begin to sculpt seashells.
Anyway, maybe James has a point, and I should reflect. It looks like I'm reflecting in that photo above, but really, I'm just asking my friend Catharina if she's taken the damn photo yet. I aspire to reach the level of zen that is portrayed in that photo.
Anyway, sorry for the short absence to my spattering of readers. Let's get this thing going again.