It seems the day that your house burned to the ground was the day that you'd always planned to leave anyway

After one month of not being here, I have nothing really to do now. Nothing pressing.
University is done. At least for now.
One interview lined up. Dress up. Prepare a lesson plan. Know you can do this.

But what if it does not work out? 50% fear and 50% excitement all twisted into one whilst awaiting change.
If this is not the one, maybe Istanbul or Mexico City will have me.

Or I'll stay home forever, tending the garden, cleaning the house, battling with the swimming pool, cooking and looking for a husband.

Bahahaha. Never.