My life and future are up in the air. I’ve played all of my cards and am now waiting to see what the dealer has. I’ve turned in paperwork, applied for jobs, been turned down by a whole lot and gotten some feedback on others. But at the end of the day, I still don’t know where I’ll be in the fall.
The idea of not coming back to Spain was just never an option in my head. Go back to California? Yeah right. Is the sun still shining in Andalucía? Of course. That’s where my life is. That’s where I’m going to be. Over the past months every time the novio started worrying about me having to leave I just assured him, “When there’s something I really want, I find a way to get it.”
Here’s what I know: I have a position somewhere in Andalucía repeating the program I’ve been in for the last two years. It could be in a little pueblo in Huelva. It could be in Granada. It could be right back here in Málaga. I’m sitting here twiddling my thumbs waiting to find out. This wait drove me nuts last year, but this year there’s a new loose end. Planning my future now involves two people finding jobs in the same city, not an easy task in a country with over 30% unemployment.
For now I’m considering myself lucky to have work in an English camp for the summer and to at least have something for the fall. With only a week left at my current school, I’m going to try to focus on saying my goodbyes and being grateful for what I have.
|Grateful for days hiking in El Torcal, Antequera…|
|and random weekend trips to Barcelona, just because there were cheap flights|