I about had a happy heart attack today, and it is kinda a secret, but I had to tell someone, so I decided to just go ahead and tell the Internet.
Do any of you have a five year plan? I never did, not really, but I kinda sorta do now. I want some sibs for my TA, and then I want to move. Like, really move – to Thailand (preferrably) or India (preferrably) or somewhere in Asia with palm trees and diving and Buddhism and/or Hinduism. I want to teach at an international school and raise my kids in a country where they will learn a second language and be foreigners. Because I like it like that.
Excuse me for a second, my talking toddler is telling me, “Shannon, I need help.” When she changes it to, “Mommy, I need help,” I will, indeed, help her.
Ok, the juice has been successfully removed from the stroller, with a little help from the maternal parental unit. Back to blogging.
Anyway, as you may remember, in the depths of infertility despair, I decided that I would either become a teacher and move abroad, or become a teacher and a mom. And then, in the hospital, as I was changing TA into her going home snowsuit (it was COLD that day), I saw her feet and realized that they were made for travelling. As I got to know my TA, I learned that she is the best – the VERY BEST – travel companion ever. Seriously, the best ever.
I got to thinking: Why should these two dreams be separate? There are babies and kids and get this – there are even parents! PARENTS – in Thailand and India. Lots of them, all over the place.
So I started thinking… wouldn’t it be wonderful to raise my kids overseas? And I started researching. I learned that most international schools pay better than the pittance I’m making now. And most offer free housing. And free tuition for dependents. And free tickets home for the summer. And moving stipends. And better retirement plans than the one stolen from me by the Illinois Legisature.
So yes, I said. Yes, we will move overseas. We will live and love abroad, and come home for the summer to live and love in the most magical time in Chicago.
It’s just a matter of time.
And then this morning, my #1 school listed a middle school science position as tentatively open for the next school year, and I about died a thousand deaths. Just to see what would happen, I began the online application, and what do you know?
It wouldn’t let me compete the application because I don’t have enough teaching experience.
This was both a disappointment and a relief. We could totally move before next year. We could make it happen, absolutely. However, it would mean that TA might grow up as an only child. And that is a deal breaker. Really, I was just going to apply and see what happened, I didn’t expect to get the job or to actually, you know, move. Not yet. I think.
So I guess this is a long way of saying that today my little dream passed a test: The lesson for today is that that ZING I felt when I saw the vacancy? That moment of OH MY GOD THIS COULD HAPPEN OPEN UP YOU STUPID APPLICATION OPEN UP NOW I NEED TO APPLY! that had my heart racing and the rest of the world melting away? I guess it is proof that I really, truly do want this, this gypsy life that I loved so much as an irresponsible twenty-something. And diving. I want better access to amazing diving.
So watch out world, the TA and I (and a sib or two), will be boarding a jet plane one day, moving halfway around the world to new adventures and a new home in a land of curry. Oh, and diving, lots and lots of diving.
And now I’m off to declutter some more, because step one of this grand plan is to move into a bigger home in Chicago so that I can expand my foster license.