I just got back from a weekend trip to Austin with hubby and former housemates (now next door neighbors) to see a mutual friend before he takes off for his year-long teaching gig at South Korea. It’s scary, to leave the safe environs of one’s home country (i.e. America) for a culture that is so foreign that not only do you don’t know the language, you can’t even sound out the *words* of the foreign language because it’s in a different written script from your own language. But it’s a job, and, to paraphrase this friend, “My limit for being without a job is *definitely* three years.” He was laid off, went back to school, did volunteer work so as not to go nuts with inactivity when he wasn’t in school — but it’s damn good to be employed, even if the job is as far away as *South Korea*.
That’s courage, to buck living in a Bartleby Age by taking that leap into an unknown, filled with many possibilities. And I wish my friend Godspeed and goodwill.
I AM THE LIZARD QUEEN! 