It seems to be the month of threes.
As I write, it’s three days until my last assignment is due of my 9th class. (9 is 3 squared. Yeah! )
I’ve had to get documents authenticated from three states to get my work permit in Vietnam.
I just paid $50 to send my document by 3-day mail to Vietnam.
And…biggest of all…in three months I will be stepping on a plane in Atlanta bound for Ho Chi Minh city.
Wow! What a journey. This is about the point in the experience that I actually start to realize that a big change is happening and it’s happening fast.
The thing is, I haven’t had a second to think about it until today. This grad class has been hell in a handbasket, and trying to mesh my grad school, my teaching job, and all my visa documents has lead to some serious day-to-day thinking.
But this week, on spring vacation from my school…I had two realizations. Both hit me like a ton of bricks. For the reader’s benefit I will lay them out for you very detailed-ly. Here we go.
I am happy!!!!!
I know right! Freaking insane! I’ve got a great wife, a great job, a great future….who would’ve know. Not me! That’s who…not!
When you’re in the middle of the ring fighting for sanity, it’s hard to see the light. But here it is, and, as it turns out, I’m not too bad off!
Funny how this realization hit as soon as the stress resided.
(in other news, I went to get my hair cut in Boston last week…and found out I have the beginning of a receding hairline. Thanks stress….I owe you one)
Yep….give me two years, and I’ll look like that guy….but….moving on.
I’M MOVING TO VIETNAM!!!!!!!!!!
(P.S. — I have no idea why this picture came up when I google-imaged “vietnam” …. but it’s pretty much the story of my next year)
I know. Vietnam! Who would have thought?
Well…me…that’s who, if I would have read that contract I signed! Vietnam! Wow!
My dad told me he spent a lot of time trying to avoid the place, and here I go, of my own free will.
But this week it really started to hit. Holy crap, I’m going back to Asia. It’s my home, my heart my soul. How can I resist. And the expat community is where I find my comrades.
So, back to the point, this is real. I moving. Which means:::::::
-I have to pack
-I have to move
-I have to sell stuff
-I have to learn a new language
-I have to re-adjust to Asia…just as I was getting used to these American ways again…
Okay, okay, I get it. It’s not so bad!
Yes, yes. I get it. I have a great job in a great country with a great paycheck at a great school that will fly me and my great wife halfway around the world (no really….look it up) and pay for great healthcare and great retirement!
All I can say is…..
In summary, there’s light at the end of the tunnel.
I have five more weeks of school, one more class, two weeks on final exams for my masters….and then….48 hours later…I’m hopping on a plane to my new life.
Well all. That’s it for now. My two revelations.
And, just thought I would end the post by bragging a little, this is my future apartment complex!
Yep, a pool, tennis courts, Korean food, roof garden…and (not shown) someone to clean my house and wash my clothes three times a week.
So……pretty much like Connecticut! 🙂
Until next time,