Kahlan (kahlan) wrote, @ 2008-10-29 13:43:00

Indecision is my friend
A month ago I applied and interviewed for a job at a language school in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. I didn't get the job, which sucked big ones, but I survived. Since then, I've left the school I've been teaching at for the last nine months and have embarked on a career as a freelance English language teacher. My current student is German and a bigwig at an important investment bank.

So far so good, but the good times are going to end on Friday. I don't have any work lined up and I'm not sure if there will be any work to be had this side of Christmas. There's also talk of a recession...

There *is* the possibility of work, thanks to a good friend, but it's in Argentina.

Yes, you read correctly: Argentina.

This is the deal.


• My friend has a two-bedroom flat in a very nice part of Buenos Aires and she has offered me a roof over my head while I'm there.


• Her boss has seen my CV and will hire me as soon as I step foot in the country.


• My friend has an extensive network of contacts among the English language schools of Buenos Aires so finding work won't be a problem.


• The Argentine government has a very relaxed attitude towards foreign nationals working in their country so getting a working/business visa isn't an issue.


• I've found a reasonably priced and open-ended plane ticket.


• I won't earn a lot of money, but the living is so cheap that I'll be laughing, especially if I take many £££s.


• I can learn Spanish.


• I can travel around the continent to my heart's content.


• I'll be in South America!

But I'm hesitating to commit to any of this and I can feel the beginnings of a stress-related ulcer. I think I'm afraid and I'm angry and ashamed of myself for being afraid. I'm afraid of what my mum will say (She's going to hate it. Trust me on this one.) and the hassle of extricating myself from my responsibilities to my family and the guilt which will follow makes me pause. I'm afraid of the unknown. This isn't a jolly backpacking jaunt around the world, this is serious! It's work! And life! Did I mention that I need to book my ticket by Friday 2.00pm to guarantee the lowest possible fare and the flight is for Sunday 16th November? Just typing the last sentence made my stomach churn.

So, what have I got to lose? Nothing, but I feel... I don't know. It's such a huge decision and even though I've been thinking about working abroad for months, now that I have to decide I'm freaking out. Picture me running around in a circle, screeching and flapping my hands in a distracted fashion, and you'll get the idea.

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