I get to get up early tomorrow. I’m not super excited about it. I mean really, it shouldn’t be too bad. I’ll get up, go teach for 1.5 hours and then come home and sleep for a while before getting up and going back. Whatever. Things could be worse.

Today I thought a lot about going back home. I feel ready to pursue something more and try to find some type of employment that will fit with my likes and personality. I’m not sure what that would be, but I’ve got faith that it exists. It’s hard living abroad and being in Turkey, although an improvement from the last few places I’ve been, is still challenging for it’s own reasons. I think that will become more clear as the days go on. I realize that part of my desire to go home could easily be coming from the fact that I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing with this job and I hate that feeling. It’s possible, likely even, that as I get a better handle on it I’ll really enjoy it and be glad I stayed. It’s also possible that I’ll not ever like it and that the hours will wear me down quickly. It’s too early to tell right now. My goal is to meditate more regularly like I was doing before. That should provide me with the clarity to do what I know in my heart is right. It definitely won’t hurt, anyway. Cheers to that.

Oh, I’ve also not gotten any closer to settling this issue about where to live. Tomorrow I’m going to have to get more serious about it all. I hope that the perfect place pops up soon. I’d really like to move out of this apartment and I only have a few days to get that figured out.

The perfect place is waiting…. I just have to be patient and believe that it’s going to show up.