It’s one of my favorite songs–the one I grew up hearing my Mamaw sing. I’ll share the lyrics, and you’ll see why it means so much these days:
South of the border, down Mexico way
That’s where they fell in love
When stars above came out to play.
And now as they wander,
Their thoughts ever stray
South of the border–down Mexico way.
It goes back to tell of how he left her, and she became a nun… not exactly the ending to my love story, but sweet, none-the-less!
I have refrained from detailing my woes in job-searching this time. I figured you’ve already heard it once, and you know the drill. This time, I have really focused my energy on three counties here in East Tennessee. My goal was to stay with Mama, pay my bills, and work on Victor’s paperwork for returning to the States. I have purposefully applied and sent resumes/emails to a gazillion schools. Okay, not quite that many–but it’s pretty close. In one county, I sent emails AND paper packets (resume, letters of reference, etc.) to over twenty schools. In. One. County.
Turns out that living in East Tennessee isn’t what the good Lord has planned for me. Funny: It’s the first time in fifteen years that I’ve wanted to be here–and it isn’t working out!
A week ago I woke up depressed and unsure of myself again. I did what any good depressed person would do, and promptly went back to bed. When I had sufficiently moped, I crawled out of bed, and begrudgingly went through the routine: Check for jobs. Apply to jobs. Email principals.
Then I decided I might as well check out Korea’s status on job listings. Turns out they only had one. After scanning the rest of the globe, I slowly made my way to Mexico. I felt a sense of dread come over me at the thought of moving back to Chiapas (which is totally curious, because I was so happy there). I decided to check out the other two schools with available jobs. The first was a bust. The second had a position, so I quickly sent the same email I send to everyone else.
An hour later the principal called. (I thought he was my bill collector for the student loans I can’t pay.) He said he would call back, and asked for a time when Jania would be available. This really gave me a little time to breath and get my thoughts together. When he called the second time, it was with a job offer.
Turns out I really DO belong in Mexico. I’ll be leaving this weekend…
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