Don’t you love the excitement of a new romance (especially the honeymoon period) and the butterflies associated with it? You know the kind that flutter in your tummy and transform you back to a time in your life when everyday things were much simpler and clearer; like high school. Okay, maybe I’m embellishing a little. Scary times: pimples, peer pressure, girls, bullies, parents and did I mention girls?
I suppose you’re wondering why I’m waffling on with no real point? Well the other night, I experienced those butterflies for the first time in a very long time. I’ll set the scene for you. My fiancee Sarah and I were spooning (forking sounds better) the other night when it dawned upon me. In a little over 40 days time I’ll be leaving my world of security, familiarity, family and financial stability to embark on a journey (an adventure) of a lifetime.
The closer we get to leaving for London the more excited I get as we count the days, but in reality my constant procrastination of cancelling accounts, organising insurance, selling my car and tying up loose ends is an invariable irritation to my lovely fiancée’ Sarah. In theory, if I leave these tasks, chores (important measures) long enough, she’ll inevitably take on these responsibilities out of impatience. Yes I agree, I’m a typical guy.
Well you’ll be proud of me (Sarah) I’ve already spoken to a number of institutions (recorded messages in some cases), banks, agencies, and insurance companies; informed them of my impending departure and put steps in place to cancel any direct debits, payments that will regularly drain my account over the next 12 months. You know, it really wasn’t that hard. Thanks mum!
My only real dilemma or quandary is where to live in such a vast, populated, vibrant city. If you ask Sarah, she wants to live in a house in Notting Hill with a blue door and an overbearing house mate by the name of Spike (just loved that movie). But in real seriousness, choosing a school to pursue my profession and develop my skills and knowledge as teacher is the toughest decision of all.
Thanks to the assistance and support of a couple of recognised recruitment agencies based in Australia and London my challenge has been made that much easier. Obviously there will be differences in pedagogy (teaching styles) and curriculum but, my theory of teaching: to provide a positive fun learning experience to empower and engage all school children, remains the same.
Over the next couple of weeks I have eight interviews lined up with potential employers. My first one and a half hour interview went extremely well. I felt I answered all questions articulately and with confidence. It was quite inspiring and exciting the whole interview experience, but the most wonderful feeling of all, was the return of the butterflies. My new life is a step closer to becoming reality. When was the last time you felt those butterflies?