Between going and gone

Well, well, well. Three months ago I was looking for a day job. I found one. Actually, I found three. Korea and Japan came through on the same day. I waffled for a weekend and decided to go with the devil I knew. Japan would have been exciting, but after nearly being deported from Chile, I didn't feel up to more excitement. After I sent off all my documents to Korea, I got an offer from Dubai. Freakin' Dubai. They wanted me for a 2nd grade class and they wanted me in a week. Exactly 7 days from the arrival of the email. But - but Dubai! I said no which is why I'm sitting here in the cold on Friday night instead of sitting there in the heat contemplating my Saturday.

For the past couple of weeks I've felt like I was in an airport transfer lounge. Stuck between going and gone. I've got 2 suitcases half packed on the floor. My office half packed to go back to the storage unit where the rest of my stuff is living until I settle back in the US. And I'm only operating with half a brain. Yesterday my husband and I were talking about things I needed to do before I left. There were three. Dye my hair (which required getting dye, 2 boxes, on for now and one for 6 months from now.) Make a final decision in a DVD player. Find out if a phone purchased here will even work in Korea. (My mom is pretty sure there's going to be war and I'm going to be stuck in the middle of it. I keep telling her that A) any invasion by North Korea will stop at the first grocery store, those people are starving, political ideals are not going to overrule that and B) Youngsan military base is between me and the DMZ, if the first grocery store doesn't stop them, I'm pretty sure the US Army will. And look how good I am at staying on topic.) Husband and I went back and forth for about a half hour on our to do list. The moment I sat down to write it down, I could only remember 2 of 3. Even worse, I wake up every morning about an hour before the alarm goes off certain that there are about 800 things I need to take care of that I'm forgetting.

Frankly, right now, I can't remember the point of my post. I'll probably remember in the wee hours of the morning, along with those 800 other things I should have done yesterday. Sigh. Is it time to go yet?