I'm Staying Put

When I got home on Tuesday it was about 2p. I had been out of the house (to London and back) in exactly 24 hours. They family hadn't left for their ski trip yet and were obviously surprised to see me. They were all very confused about why on earth I would tell them I had been working here, but dropped it when I started to get upset. After going to my room to set down my things and have a good (exhausted) sob I went back upstairs. Seeing that I was puffy faced and pink eyed they were much more sympathetic. Consuelo reassured me that she had NEVER EVER heard of anything like this before, especially to an American. I don't know how reassuring it was (hooray for being an exception!) but it was nice that she was being so nice.

Food and a shower really helped me sort things out on Tuesday. I was so bloody exhausted I could think of anything but getting home to Seattle. After I had recuperated I got my mind back on track. I had made a commitment to the family her in Spain. I couldn't bail on them now. Also, apart from this debacle things have been going really well.

This experience has really helped me to see that I am ready for the next phase of my life though. I wanted to come to Spain because I wasn't ready to settle down in one place. I didn't want to start teaching at a school unless I could commit to staying there at least a few years. Now I feel like I can commit to stay in one place for a while. I am looking forward to moving back to Seattle and finding a teaching position, renting a house, buying furniture, and clothes. I'm excited about joining a church, a running group (possibly a Hash), and a climbing gym. I'm ready for a home. For now, I'm staying put here in Spain, but I'm ready for the next step. I'm ready to find out what my next four months here will teach me about myself, my life, and my world. I'm ready.