I am eight days from leaving for Indonesia! I am probably as nervous as I should have been when I went away to college.
By boyfriend and I are arriving in Indonesia on a tourist visa, and I am bringing along my college diploma and my TESOL cert. My plan is to try to find a teaching position in Yogyakarta, although my searches from the states have been pretty futile. There are plenty of teaching positions in the world, but it seems a little harder because we want to be in Yogyakarta and at this time do not have much interest in setting up camp anywhere else. It sounds weird, but it's because my boyfriend studied in Yogya during college, and enjoyed it. He has some contacts at the university and a few friends there. This will be different than his time there in 2000, and a little harder because we are not going with any university. But when you are making a move like this, it is best to feel comfortable, and at least he knows that he will be comfortable there. And I think I will be, too. We are just going. And hoping for the best.
Packing has begun. We are putting most of our stuff into storage. I am getting rid of all of my summer wardrobe except for the week's worth of clothing that I bring. I am bringing yarn, which feels a bit silly, but I am an avid knitter and have an etsy page that family will be keeping up for me while we are gone. When we decided on this move I began to focus my energy on knitting lace so that I will have things to do while in a tropical climate. My reader is filled with novels and books, rosetta stone is on my laptop and now we just need to tackle the rooms full of stuff that is not going with us. Also, taking care of business, making sure mail is properly forwarded and buisenss stuff is taken care of so that there won't be any uncomfortable skype calls to collection agencies for a transpass or something that slipped through the cracks.
Eight days. Such a crazy long period of time that will pass so incredibly quickly.