2013 has been an interesting year for me so far. At the beginning of the year there were rumours that the school I was working in was going to be closed down, another great idea from Gove, so I thought maybe it’s time for a change. I thought why not jump ship before you are pushed!!!
So after looking around for potential jobs I came across an interesting one which allowed me to move abroad and so on a whim I applied for it, didn’t think I would get it but thought why not. I was surprised a few days later when I received an email asking me to sign up for an interview, I went to the website and all the interview slots had been taken, I thought ce la vie, what will be will be. But then I thought everything doesn’t always get handed to you on a plate so I phoned them and explained I really wanted an interview and they managed to fit me in, I was amazed. I never have any luck but this could have been a sign.
I had the interview 3 days later and I got the job after beating the competition, that is when panick actually began to set in. I realized that I had actually gotten a job which would mean travelling abroad and leaving everything behind, many would say what a dream come true that would be but it opens up a whole new can of worms like who will look after the cat, what about my furniture, missing birthdays?
I tried to push it all to the back of my mind and went back to work the next day. I got a phone call whilst at work asking me if I could fly to Turkey next week, excitement filled me at first as I said I would need to think about it and get back to them. The reality hit and I realised that I wouldn’t be able to leave for another 4 weeks as I had to make sure my students would be ok. Surprisingly, they agreed to this and so that was it, I was going to be flying to Turkey in 4 weeks time. I handed in my notice which in itself was like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders and I told all my friends at work that I would be leaving. It was a major shock for them as I had told no one but they were happy for me.
The next thing I had to organise was my life, I had to pack up everything I owned and my lovely mother agreed to look after the cat. The next few weeks were filled with hectic shopping trips getting together everything I would need for 6 months in the sun, the factor 50 was a must as I turn into a lobster as soon as I look at the sun, flip flops for those days on the beach and toiletries as I heard that Turkey didn’t have a great selection.
I was only allowed to take 2 suitcases with me so the fact that I had to fit a life’s time worth of clothes into these two suitcases is an absolute nightmare. After packing and then repacking about a thousand times I had it sorted. I managed to donate a load of clothes to the local charity shop, some might I say that I forgot I had bought and I had never even worn and a few things I kept back ready for the winter months.
The fateful flight was fast approaching and I had everything organised, it is amazing what you can do when you put your mind to it. I was ready. I had my flight tickets emailed to me, I had signed all the paperwork and sent it back, films ready for the plain, favourite book bought and paid for, here I go!!!