One Day I'll Fly Away... Wait
Rolling over in bed to check my phone and start another Saturday that will be exactly the same as the last. Exactly the same as the Monday to Friday life of an unemployed, young woman waiting fruitlessly to hear back from another job interview she doesn't even want and knows she won't get.
What an existence.
But wait! An email:
Dear Kitty,
We have received your application for a position at our language school [...] would be interested in interviewing you by Skype at your absolute earliest convenience.
Fast forward to the following Monday evening and the crazy realisation that I will be moving to Spain in a week! News so shocking that my friends thought I was joking... News so shocking that I thought I was joking. The process of convincing them that this was in fact true, was not helped by the fact that I - an amusingly tragic, disaster of an employee (not at all my fault, but it's the vibe I have and I'm not getting into it!) - am moving to Spain to teach.
To go from idling around my parents house, to packing my life into a suitcase and jumping on a plane to start my new life as a respected intellectual in Spain, was an unexpected way to kick off the beginning of Autumn 2019.
Fast forward a week and I am waving goodbye to my mum and dad as I walk through security at Stanstead Airport, oddly calm, until I saw my little pink hand luggage bag being inspected by the most foreboding slab of a security man and I had an irrational fear that I'd accidentally packed a bomb. Turns out 150ml of deodorant is not an acceptable thing to slip in at the very last minute.
Once I'd retrieved my bag from Stanstead's answer to Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, I made my way to the departure lounge, ate a sandwich, had a wee and tried to help a German couple figure out which gate they needed to be at... I'm not sure that's what they were asking for, but that's what I helped them with. At this point, I realised I should probably find my own gate and trundled on - about half a mile - to my gate.
A whole playlist and an uncomfortable cuddle with an elderly woman who'd fallen asleep on my shoulder later, I was all alone in my new home country.
Never done my own washing before, but I thought it was a fantastic idea... I'll keep you posted.
What an existence.
But wait! An email:
Dear Kitty,
We have received your application for a position at our language school [...] would be interested in interviewing you by Skype at your absolute earliest convenience.
Fast forward to the following Monday evening and the crazy realisation that I will be moving to Spain in a week! News so shocking that my friends thought I was joking... News so shocking that I thought I was joking. The process of convincing them that this was in fact true, was not helped by the fact that I - an amusingly tragic, disaster of an employee (not at all my fault, but it's the vibe I have and I'm not getting into it!) - am moving to Spain to teach.
To go from idling around my parents house, to packing my life into a suitcase and jumping on a plane to start my new life as a respected intellectual in Spain, was an unexpected way to kick off the beginning of Autumn 2019.
Fast forward a week and I am waving goodbye to my mum and dad as I walk through security at Stanstead Airport, oddly calm, until I saw my little pink hand luggage bag being inspected by the most foreboding slab of a security man and I had an irrational fear that I'd accidentally packed a bomb. Turns out 150ml of deodorant is not an acceptable thing to slip in at the very last minute.
Once I'd retrieved my bag from Stanstead's answer to Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, I made my way to the departure lounge, ate a sandwich, had a wee and tried to help a German couple figure out which gate they needed to be at... I'm not sure that's what they were asking for, but that's what I helped them with. At this point, I realised I should probably find my own gate and trundled on - about half a mile - to my gate.
A whole playlist and an uncomfortable cuddle with an elderly woman who'd fallen asleep on my shoulder later, I was all alone in my new home country.
Never done my own washing before, but I thought it was a fantastic idea... I'll keep you posted.
Well looks like I'm flying to Spain for lunch..have fun xx
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