I have been jogging, gone for a swim in the river, and eaten cake all before 10 am. I like how my day is shaping up.
I could try all the spas in the world, but I’m not convinced that anything would make my skin feel as smooth and soft as it does after a swim in a Nova Scotian river.
My visa issuance number has arrived on time, so now I can actually breath for the rest of my time in Nova Scotia instead of worrying about it. And relax I shall…it has been pretty darn uneventful here, but that’s kind of the way I like it. The big exciting plan for today is to go and pick heaps of tea roses for my friend’s sister-in-law’s wedding and to go get a haircut. Non-stop thrills!
I found out that my class next year will have upwards of 25 kids, and at least one serious behaviour case. It will be a very long year I think. I’m trying to focus on the positives though: I will be living somewhere that suits me, and so far all of the staff that I’ve been in email contact with have come across as supportive and friendly. It’s going to be a year of growth, certainly, even if that comes with a lot of bellyaching on my part.
I know I was whinging so much about how I was going to miss my daily mangosteens and passion fruits and mangoes, but I am eating a nectarine for breakfast, and it is blowing my mind. Isn’t fruit just the best, no matter what kind?
Woke at 6:00, ate a homemade chocolate chip cookie and a grapefruit for breakfast, went back to sleep again for three hours, and now feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. But I don’t have anywhere I need to be today and the birds are chirping and the sun is shining, so everything is wonderful.
Deliriously live blogging my jet-lagged layover and sharing some of the First things that I always forget about Canada and remember as soon as I get to the airport:
-bottles of water only come in size humongo and cost as much as a lunch would in the place I’ve come from (even London or Tokyo).
-the walls of bathroom stalls don’t reach the floor and there are huge gaping spaces in the door that leave me feeling like I’m using a communal toilet.
-so many people are wearing sweatpants. And plaid. Sometimes both.
These are all things that I’m being a little snot about, but there are good things too. For once nobody at customs was a dick to me this time, and once you get past those guys everyone is so darned friendly. And there is Timmy’s, and I can chit chat with anyone I want to. Yay, Canada.
Argh, I just want to get on this next flight.
I got bumped to business class for my 13 hour flight. Fully reclining seat, delicious foods, it was everything I’d ever dreamed of. The relatively comfortable flight combined with the shower I had before getting on means that I feel like less of a slime ball than I would normally be feeling right now. Just four more hours and hen a two hour flight and then a two hour drive and I’ll be home.
Vommed on my first flight, barely slept at all and arrived at Incheon at 5am feeling like a quivering bag of crap. Have since had a little nap, a free shower and some brekkie and feel like a new woman, though surely this 13 hour haul to Toronto will take care of that. Boy though, I am thankful for that shower. This airport is a luxury palace.
Bumming around in my neighborhood cafe that plays all the nineties hits for the last time. It’s been an emotional day and a half. First Chef and I had one final major miscommunication/disagreement that led to him removing me from his Facebook. As a symbolic move towards truly letting go of things, I think it’s the best thing for both of us right now. We just cannot seem to maintain a civil relationship any more, and I know I’m really tired of the emotional turmoil.
I had a great last day with my class. We played games, watched movies, drew pictures, did one final messy science experiment, and went to the teaching cafe next door for ice cream. They were adorable and gave me homemade cards and rainbow loom bracelets and hand picked flowers and I was a mess at three o’clock when it was time to say goodbye. Teaching comes with plenty of bullshit, but really it’s getting to know these kids so well an caring about them so much and then having to let them go on their way that is the hardest part.
After work I went for one last happy hour at our favorite beach bar, followed by Thai food and dancing to a live band at the cowboy bar. I was exhausted by then but my friends refused to let anyone go home until they played their request. Finally the band started up with “leeeeaving, on a jet plane!” and I instantly started weeping. Everyone was dancing and hugging and I was wiping tears the whole song. Absolutely one of the bed send offs I’ve ever had. I headed home after that, sniffling in the taxi all the way and falling fast asleep as soon as I got into bed.
Today I’ve had my last swim in the sea, now my last coffee. I’ll finish packing, chill out for awhile, drop of my best frenemy, my motorbike, to Chef’s aunties, and head to the airport tonight for my evening flight. I’m super bummed about leaving, but boy am I excited to spend some time with my friends and family and to not be sweaty every time I walk outside of air conditioning. Nova Scotia ho!
Woke up in the night with an upset mind and an upset tummy, and lay awake for over an hour groaning and feeling sorry for myself. Massive cheesy chicken burrito after yoga was a mistake, obviously.
Today is my last day with the kiddoes. We will play games and watch movies all day, I’ll take them for ice cream in the afternoon, and then at three o’clock my heart will break. If my class next year is only a fraction as nice as this one has been I will consider myself lucky.
Happy July 4th to American coworker hosting Friday night bbq party and all Americans in general! Meanwhile my passport is stuck in Hanoi for stupid reasons, and I leave the county in one week. Staying calm about this and tomorrow will attempt a final market visit to haggle for fabric, a kitchen knife and some coffee.
Beginning to think about packing pretty much constantly but have yet to do any unless you count hauling my suitcases out of the cupboard and looking at them.
School concert is a wrap. My kids outdid themselves tonight with their rendition of “It’s A Hard Knock Life” from Annie (the theme was Broadway). Seven more days with the sweetest class of life, and I’ll have officially completed my first full year at the helm of my own class. So much emotions.