I got my work visa.
My visitor visa expires (expired?) September 6th and that day was quickly drawing closer and closer while I was waiting to see if my work visa application would be accepted or not. I was so worried about having to go back home. But now I can stay for at least one more year.
Come December 6th, after Tom and I have been living together for one year, I can apply for a partnership-based residence visa.
I’m sure that will be just so much fun. I’ve enjoyed doing the applications for the first two and I’m sure the third will be no different.
This is sarcasm, in case you were wondering.
Now I’ve got to find a job.
I’ve got mixed feelings about this.
I’m excited to be able to contribute financially to things again. But the jobs that I qualify for, without getting certified as a teacher here, are not all that great. They’re mostly early education centers, which are essentially daycare centers. NZ seems to place a bit more importance on daycare centers than the US does, the government actually puts money into them, so they’re nicer and the employees there get paid more…but it is still just a glorified babysitter.
But even with my degree in education, getting certified as a teacher here looks like it would be a bitch of a thing…a long and annoying process where I would have to gather tons of documents and letters of reference and explain that infernal DWI and why it is that I have a three year gap in time since I’ve taught at a school. And though it doesn’t mention it on the website, I’m sure this whole process will cost a bit of money….it is bureaucracy after all.
None of this is insurmountable and wouldn’t matter too much if it wasn’t for this one truth….I don’t think I want to be a teacher again.
I love kids. And I’m really good with kids. But I believe that a teacher needs to have a sense of dedication and passion about teaching that I just don’t have. Teachers put in a lot of time after work, creating lesson plans and activities at night and over the weekends. And there’s the constant worry of whether or not different students are hitting educational milestones. It is a stressful job that one has to put a whole lot into, even after the work day is over.
I don’t want to do that. I value my free time. And I want to work to live, not live to work. I don’t think I will ever have the passion about teaching that children deserve to have in a teacher.
So I’m almost thirty-seven years old and I don’t really know what I want to do with my life.
Well, that’s not exactly true.
I want to write.
And I’m good at writing. But unfortunately, writing is not always a viable way to make a living.
Seven months I’ve been here, no job and not much responsibility from day to day, and I haven’t hardly written at all.
But you know what? This is my excuse….moving here was a HUGE transition and I think I’ve only just recently started to feel mentally healthy and comfortable here. Part of that I think, is having Tom gone for a month.
No, not that having him away was an enjoyable thing.
I mean that I was alone for the majority of this last month. I took care of myself after my knee surgery, I forced myself to go on little adventures alone, and for the most part I worked hard at keeping myself from getting super lonely.
This was also helped by the fact that Tom is extremely good at communicating through WhatsApp and phone calls and such so I never truly felt all that far away from him.
As silly as it may sound, being alone down here at the bottom of the world for the majority of this last month has made me feel stronger.
And I’m feeling happier here than I have since I moved here. I feel ready to start doing things.
I just wish one of those things was getting a job that I don’t particularly want.
I should stop being negative. Maybe I’ll love the job! It will after all give me a chance to meet some new people….
Before I wrap this up I’d like to introduce you to a man who found a way to make a living in a way I would never have come up with in a million years….
He stares at people.
Seriously. The dude’s name is Braco the Gazer and he is a Croatian “healer” who stands up on a stage and just stares at everybody out in the audience.
He just stands there silently, his thumbs hooked in his pants (in all the photos), smiles benignly and gazes out at the hundreds of people who have come to see him. They all say he changes their lives, heals their physical and mental ills…
Isn’t he beautiful?
Don’t you feel better just looking at him?
His spokeswoman said that even scientists are bewildered and though they have tried to find the scientific explanation behind his gaze, there seems to be none.
Ya don’t say.
Staunch believers say that you don’t actually need to be in his presence for the healing power of his stare to work. A picture or a video does the job just fine.
I like this idea…..
I could buy this shirt and then charge people to stare at it.
What a hard day’s work that would be.
I don’t know. I guess if people think he’s changing their lives then who am I to say otherwise?
But all I keep thinking is….God, people sure are dumb.
My apologies if you’re a Braco Believer.
Peace out, everyone.
May the gaze be with you.