Last time I was on my way to Kuwait, I had no idea. No idea what I was going to be doing. I mean, I had a brief idea of what I was going to be doing, but nothing was certain. Like, nothing. I knew that I wanted to tutor, but who knew if I'd get tutoring gigs? I knew I wanted to find a job for next year, but who knew I would? And I knew I wanted to start my Master's, but who knew what would happen?
I'm usually pretty good at the "who knew?" part because I'm not a planner. I don't plan things. Oh, you wanna hang out? You're probably gonna have to make it happen, unless you want to sit in a coffee shop or go get ice cream or have chicken for dinner. I don't plan. It's just something that I don't do because, honestly, it kinda freaks me out a bit. Especially when I end up dedicating X number of years on something. I get bored pretty easily and I'm not very good at staying in one place for too long, unless I have a solid friend-base that can keep me pretty well entertained (i.e. do stuff with me). Side note: I am really good at booking tickets and hostels... I'll do that in a millisecond.
Anyways, so here I am. August 16th. In three days I start my long-arse journey back to Kuwait. With a plan. Sort of. For the most part. I mean, I-have-a-job kind of plan. And I'm nervous as H-E-double hockey sticks. Where there are a lot of new things that will be happening (new school, friends, curriculum, friends, apartment, etc) there are an equal amount of not-new things (Kuwait, friends, parents) and that calms me down a bit. As does the realization that many of the new teachers I'm with are young and they have just about the same amount of experience as I do. So, we're all in this together. And that makes me feel better.
Now I'm just rambling, but that shouldn't come as a surprise, honestly. But, moving on, I guess the jist of this post is that the first time I went to Kuwait, I had no clue what I'd be doing and this time, I know that I'll at least be teaching (knock on wood that everything goes smoothly) and that's something. That's me planning.
Peace, love, & Kuwait
I'm usually pretty good at the "who knew?" part because I'm not a planner. I don't plan things. Oh, you wanna hang out? You're probably gonna have to make it happen, unless you want to sit in a coffee shop or go get ice cream or have chicken for dinner. I don't plan. It's just something that I don't do because, honestly, it kinda freaks me out a bit. Especially when I end up dedicating X number of years on something. I get bored pretty easily and I'm not very good at staying in one place for too long, unless I have a solid friend-base that can keep me pretty well entertained (i.e. do stuff with me). Side note: I am really good at booking tickets and hostels... I'll do that in a millisecond.
Anyways, so here I am. August 16th. In three days I start my long-arse journey back to Kuwait. With a plan. Sort of. For the most part. I mean, I-have-a-job kind of plan. And I'm nervous as H-E-double hockey sticks. Where there are a lot of new things that will be happening (new school, friends, curriculum, friends, apartment, etc) there are an equal amount of not-new things (Kuwait, friends, parents) and that calms me down a bit. As does the realization that many of the new teachers I'm with are young and they have just about the same amount of experience as I do. So, we're all in this together. And that makes me feel better.
Now I'm just rambling, but that shouldn't come as a surprise, honestly. But, moving on, I guess the jist of this post is that the first time I went to Kuwait, I had no clue what I'd be doing and this time, I know that I'll at least be teaching (knock on wood that everything goes smoothly) and that's something. That's me planning.
Peace, love, & Kuwait
You're gonna do great! Start planning our February!!!!! YAY!
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