Back in the Game

Five days with absolutely no contact with the bakery whatsoever. Okay, the minute I wrote that, I knew it was an exaggeration - I called Sarah Thursday to tell her I was sick, and Ben gave me my schedule for this week on Saturday, via the phone. But I didn't GO INTO the bakery, something that I usually do on my day off, just can't get enough of it I guess. But five days - be they ever so unintentional, and ever so miserable - were a nice break. And, had I not been coughing up a lung, half passed out from lack of oxygen half the time, I'm sure I really would've enjoyed it! haha! So tomorrow I go back to normal daily life. The life that will be "normal" for the next five weeks! Then....??? I believe normal will cease to exist for me for maybe the next 50 years, or however long I keep kicking before I drop into a Willamette Valley nursing home. Yes, if I retire back to the States, I DO plan on that being here... Maybe language school will have a "normal." Four hours (shoot me now!!) of spanish classes a day... But then there's field trips, weekend jaunts to QRO, heading off the Mexico City or Guadalajara to see Chivas mutilate America (no, not as in the United States, it's a Mexican soccer team!), having Luisa at the house (?) etc. So maybe that won't be normal. Okay, I could possibly be jumping the gun on the whole "5 more weeks of normal" thing, I'm 90% sure that I'll no longer be working at the bakery after that, but it's highly possible that I could still not have a plane ticket in my hands by that point. Still $135 in monthly support left to go. And I honestly do not have the foggiest idea as to where that will come from. And it must be pledged before the end of November, or I'll be getting a round trip ticket from Portland to Tegus. I really don't want to come home after Christmas. I actually think that the excitement of going to Honduras may ease the harshness of leaving home for good.... or two years, or however long I'll be gone for. This mero minuto, I don't exactly feel any "harshness" coming with the thought of leaving home (Salem, Oregon, United States....) But I have actually had the scary thought that I might be sad to leave. Those thoughts usually come about 9pm on sunday nights on the way home from donuts of the gym after having played basket or volleyball with Iglesia... When Yessenia left for China, and I saw people crying, I got sad too and realized that I'll be bawling on my last day there. Alraaayyt.....
So I'm needing to get back in the swing of getting up at 4:30am. Fun.
Until next time...