Some Good News

It seems I'm always complaining on here, so I thought I would post something a little more uplifting for a change. (not that anyone reads this anyway;) So, I had an hour long meeting with a career advisor about a week ago. She gave me some resources, books and websites, to help me find employment in Europe, specifically, Germany. I'm slowly going through them, I don't really have that much time to browse since I have so much homework constantly to do, but, it's a step in the right direction. It's the difference between going to live/work in Europe being a good idea, and it being something that will be done. It's tangible now, it's possible to get what I want. =) It's a wonderful feeling to have. =) The surest job opportunities for me now are to go teach English, which really isn't my dream job, but hey, if it gets me where I want to be... that's fine by me. I'm going back in two weeks to meet with my Advisor to work on a legitimate resume. Then I'll turn it into international employment agencies, and we'll go from there. If nothing else, I'll be teaching English for a year or so until something else comes along. (I feel like teaching English is a cheap way to work. By that I mean I've not studied to teach English, it's just the language I speak best, so it's not like a real job that I've studied for and earned, so I think I would have a hard time taking great pride in my work unless I'm accomplishing something at the same time... like writing and getting published. But, maybe that will change after I do it for a while.) That's about all for now, guess I'll post something else in the future when I've more, bigger, or better news, maybe then someone will read it. Then again, maybe not.

To Buy a Bicycle

I lose her in the street market,

She slips silently away as I talk--

I find her at the hawker's table

Catatonic, she stares at the rarities,

“I'm sorry, I love old things.”

I am eager to leave, but walk over,

“Why?” She looks up,

but doesn't want to answer,

I wait, intrigued. “I like the stories.”

I wait, but she doesn't wish to speak,

She's busy with beautiful thoughts,

“Where these things come from,

How they came here -- who loved them....”

I regard the table, bicycle forgotten,

Her concepts cure my amnesia,

I remember I love the stories as well,

Blissful, I've left my purpose behind,

Content in remembrance and reverie,

Floating on the possibilities before me,

She cures my amnesia,

“Are we going to look at bicycles?”

Fair Warning; I will be posting my Poetry here.

Read it or ignore it as you wish. ;) I just request you don't troll.