As I write this, I am sitting on the train back to my new home. Yes, I said it: MY HOME. We moved my luggage over to the house last night and what an adventure that was! We called for a taxi but it was going to take too long to come get us so we decided to make the trek out for public transit. Once again we learned that it's not fun to travel with luggage. By about 9pm we arrived at the house and Julie greeted us with a cup of tea. I immediately opened my bags up to pull out all my clothes that have been smushed together and getting wrinkled for the last 10 days. There is A LOT of storage space in my room and what makes it better is that I have a double bed and a nice view facing south. Plus, Julie is a very friendly woman with an electric personality so I am sure I will end up settling in nicely. I will post a description of the place and a few pictures later of how things look once I'm settled.
But, how am I doing now that I'm on my own? Only time will tell really. At this moment, it's all I can do to stop myself from worrying about the journey that lies ahead of me. As I said my goodbyes to mom and Rachel it occurred to me that it wasn't saying goodbye that was the problem, it was was that this leg of the journey is now over and it's now time to start thinking about teaching.... And that is a terrifying thought. I am so thankful for everyone who has supported me in the process so far because without it, I certainly would not be here. I must admit that I am going to need the continued love and support from everyone as I settle in over here. I'm a big boy now, but even big boys need help every once in a while.
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