>Welcome to the Real World

>When I first bought my academic planner for my senior year of college, I wrote “Welcome to the Real World!” on May 26, 2008, the day after graduation. Now I can’t remember if I wrote it with dread, excitement or a combination of both. Upon returning from studying in Chile for seven months I remember just wanting the school year to pass quickly so I could get on with my plan of moving back to Santiago to teach English. Now that I think about it, I can’t believe that this Plan that is now coming to fruition was born more than a year ago.

I am in a weird in-between phase, basically waiting for the rest of my life to start. I’m really glad I do have a plan (and a plane ticket), because I could totally see myself getting wrapped up in my (a little more than) minimum wage job and getting stuck here, especially with the luxury of a rent-free existence living with the parents.

F. has asked me why I want to leave such a beautiful place for ugly Santiago. I can’t really explain it. I appreciate the beauty of VT, but I am bored here. A lovely view and nice weather for 4 (maybe) months out of the year doesn’t let me pursue my passions, especially when I personally know almost everyone who speaks Spanish fluently in my city. Plus, I know that I will always have the green mountains to return to.

Anyway, this first post has been pretty introspective and corny, so I’ll stop soon. But I wanted to share where I am on the “road of life” so to speak. In a nutshell, I’m earning money until January when I ship myself off to Chile to try to make it as an English teacher. I feel as though I haven’t entered the Real World quite yet, but I also think I should probably have someone to tap me on the shoulder to let me know when, and if, I ever grow up!


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