I used to dream of working offshore, be in a different environment and be challenged in the differences in culture... Now I feel like my excitement in living here slowly fades... I feel like I'm a zombie, just working to live... Except that of course zombies eat to live (oh no, they're dead they don't eat to live, they eat because that's what they have to do). Uh, am I becoming a zombie? Just working because I have to? The fact is I don't really have to be here if I don't want to... I don't have my kids to feed or some serious obligations to fulfill... Oh, I guess I'm just trying to be a functioning adult... Isn't that fun? No, not at all. The thing is I still don't know what I really want... But I wanna go to Vietnam and try it there. I guess my heart still belongs to teaching.
Someday soon, I know I'll be leaving this place and maybe I'll miss this place...I can't wait to miss this place.
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