Good morning, fine folks.
I’ve been having a lot of “ifs” popping up in my life — so much so it feels like the only thing holding my existence together is “ifs” and waiting for the “ifs” to manifest.
If S.O. gets that job.
If S.O. doesn’t get that job.
If I get the job near my folks.
If I don’t.
If we break up.
If I stay here longer.
If my parents will let me couch crash.
If I end up homeless.
If I change my life and go abroad.
Just so many right now. I really think, that if we do break up, I want to expat and write full time. I’ve been reading the experiences of bloggers who life life with their laptop, writing for different publications, making money and getting to explore.
I know that’s not something S.O. would want to do. But it’s something I want. I broached the idea of teaching English abroad and he was vehemently against it. See, I wouldn’t mind doing this in South Korea, Japan, or Thailand.
Besty just spent a month in France, and from her photos everything seems so magical. We were worried for her safety because of all the terrorist attacks in Europe, but she leaves tomorrow and the only bad thing that happened her whole trip was when a seagull stole her baguette in Étretat.
She had one bag with a few summer dresses, a pair of sandals, a pair of flats. Didn’t bother with makeup. Bought other hygiene products while there and used Airbnb the whole time, was well as staying with her old French teacher.
If I were her, I wouldn’t want to come back.
I remember reading on reddit how other countries caution travel to the US because of domestic terrorism.
So, I get it.
If I did decide to expat, the one thing really holding me back are my two cats.
What would become of them?
Motorhead flat asked me that if I died unexpectedly that I will Vesper Cat to him.
He absolutely fell in love with her.
I’m sure my folks would love taking Harley in. She’s a sweet older cat, whose extremely chill.
As for my stuff… I’ve never really been a stuff person.
I was looking at Mexico while formulating my expat getaway — cheaper cost of living, I speak a little Spanish, beautiful scenery. Violent crime is a thing there, but whose to say it isn’t here.