All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.
– Anatole France
No matter how good you are at pretending everything is okay, at some point reality will come flying in. And probably through that window you left open in the kitchen. It will flutter about for a bit. It will squawk and squeal, and it will taunt and hide. It will basically mock you until you have had enough, slam down your fist and take action. Because once you take action reality isn’t that scary.
I have said this before, but it bears repeating – Prague is a place of perpetual motion. People are always coming and going. The laws are always changing and no one knows what they are. People break up, and people fall in love. Jobs are lost, forfeited, abandoned and found. My day-to-day life here in The Golden City is different from week to week, and I find that awesome.
If you haven’t figured it out by now there are some major changes in play for yours truly. I am moving out of my quiet little hobbit hole for one and into a flat with my best lady friend. I am excited about the prospect. As much as I love living alone, (and I DO!) I think living with someone again might be exactly what I need right now. It’s nice to have someone to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer with, or have spontaneous whiskey laden dance parties in the living room. The move is also saving me a little bit of money in the long run. But the best part is I get to decorate a new flat, and this flat features an oven! Awesome! Brownies, baked french toast and macaroni and cheese, oh how I’ve missed you. It’s the little things.
Another big change comes in the form of a new job. I left the pre-school where I had been working for the last two years in search of something better. I found it. My new job is still with kids but I don’t have to change diapers, I get my very own class room, and I will be left to my own devices. Awesome! I am a good teacher and I am excited to work in a real school rather than a glorified day care.
I couldn’t be happier. I mean sure, some money would be cool, but I’m not going to worry about that. I think you make your own happiness. There is plenty in my life that I could complain about or blame other people for, but I’m not going to do that. Mostly because I would then have to hit myself in the face for being such a douche bag. Instead I am letting reality fly freely around me as I pack my boxes in search of bigger and better more awesome things.
And I’m excited. Because good or bad, I made the decisions that led me here.