Moving On
October has been a difficult month for me this year, and it’s not even over yet (though nearly). But I sincerely hope the hardest
things I will encounter this month are now behind me.
October began with some rockiness in my personal life. Now, three weeks later, I can look back with
clarity and see that what happened was for the best. But at the time—well, I was a mess for a little
bit there.
And then, one week after my personal life had been turned
upside down, the school called the foreign hire teachers into a meeting and
informed us that they wanted our decisions about whether we wanted to renew our
contracts at the end of this year or not soon. Like within the next week, soon.
Last Christmas, I had decided this would be my third and final
year living in Guatemala. I felt the
time was right and I would be ready to return to Wisconsin after this school
year.
But then eight months later, I came back here after summer
vacation, and I was reminded about everything that I love about my life
here. I am happy in almost every single
aspect of my life. So I began to
question my decision. Maybe a fourth
year in Guatemala wouldn’t be such a poor decision, after all.
My gut kept pulling me home, though. I had thought I had another month to decide
for sure, to make sure of my feelings, and to let my school know my plans for
the following year. When they asked us
to inform them by October 21st, I suddenly felt less sure than ever
before. (My indecision also may have
been influenced by my mostly-stable-but-recently-damaged mental state at the
time of the meeting).
I spent the next five days agonizing over my decision. Crying.
Trying to reason with myself. The
thing was, something inside me told me moving home was the right thing to
do. But when my friends here asked me
why I would leave, I didn’t have a good answer.
I love everything about my life here, and there are many things about
moving back to Wisconsin that scare me, that I worry about, that I fear will
make me less happy than I am here.
But by Day 6, when I imagined how it would feel to tell my
principal I was staying, it felt…wrong. So, I told him I wouldn’t be returning.
I really think it was the right decision, though I still can’t
define, exactly, my reasons why. They
have something to do with my future goals and where I want to end up years from
now, however. I feel it was the right
move. So now, the decision is off my
shoulders, and I have the next seven months to enjoy my life—every single
minute of it—and also mentally prepare myself to return to Wisconsin winters
and public school teaching (but also to family, fall, the Mississippi, and
safety on the streets).
I lead a lovely life.
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