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If I had the choice to do whatever I wanted, I don’t know what I would do.
That is why right now I’m freaking out a little.
I don’t have to stay at the school where I work now. I could, but I don’t have to.
I don’t particularly want to spend another year in Bellingham, or buy a car. Those come as part of the package deal if I work at this school next year.
But if I didn’t decide to stay, where would I go?
Another country most likely. (Or possibly Colorado or California, to be closer to my nieces.)
But WHICH country and to do WHAT?
Oh my gosh, the world is my oyster and I don’t know where my pearl is,
or if I’m supposed to become one? how do I do that with all this sandy debris?
How do I make myself round and glimmering? I’m all rough on the edges.
I don’t even like the taste of sea water.
The inside of this oyster stinks, and it’s dark.
I feel a little trapped.
It smells like fish in here.
And I can’t breathe.
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Forget the analogy!
The world isn’t my oyster, it’s an enormous round chunk of land with molten lava at its core, covered in tiny people and places. And I’d like to find some way to wrap my mind around this and the fact that I could go find out about more of these tiny people and places. I could do that in September if I wanted to. Get up and go go go.
Somewhere.
