Planning an escape?

No, I've decided not to move to Bali for two years. Turns out a co-worker is moving there to teach at a school that has an olympic sized swimming pool, a climbing wall, and according to their website, appears to be located in the middle of a jungle. One of the teachers they had lined up to go there was in a car accident and they need to fill her spot. High school English and Drama. Was I interested? Though not overly qualified I could probably figure it out, and I would have lots of drama-heads to email for help.....

So I got some books out of the library, read loads on the Internet, and spent hours dreaming of what it would be like to live on a small island in the South Pacific. Just think - I could sell my place in Calgary and make a few pretty pennies, leave behind the uncertainty of not having a job lined up for the fall yet, Ed could quit his less-than-fulfilling job, and I could learn how to surf. No matter what, at the end of the day, you're living in Bali. Believe, me, I fantasized about this for quite a while.

Except for then it hit me. Two years is a long time to live somewhere that you know next-to-nothing about. I really don't have any personal experience to relate to living somewhere like that. On one hand, "WOW, the adventure!" and on the other, "I don't know if I want to fly to Singapore to see a doctor..." (among other things) It's eye-opening to think about living somewhere where your sentence could be death for possessing drugs, or God-knows what else. I don't know, but it would definitely be a change... And a lot can change in two years.

I know I want a change, soon, I just don't think this is it.

The good thing is that it re-opened my ambition to go places, not that I'm stuck in a rut, but I don't ever want to forget about having adventures........ I am looking into teaching in New Zealand again (apparently they need Kindergarten teachers? how fortuitous!) and the fire-in-my-belly to be in the 2010 Olympics has been
re-kindled... Training has begun, haha.