One year, three months, and 24 days later
Or something like that. Yes, I’ve finally settled on a job, and believe me, it’s been a testament in patience, or at least being open to having no idea where I’ll be in a month or two, much less a year or a lifetime. Which I haven’t particularly minded—it’s given me time to write and travel, spend time with my new niece and adorably-chatty-these-days nephew, and it’s not like a reliable knowledge of my near future is going to change any time soon.
For a long period, I forgot I’d even applied since I didn’t hear anything for nearly seven months. I was preparing to take another job, considering staying in Portland. But the roll of the dice came, so now I’m moving eastward again, three years since leaving Miami, another epic cross-country trek on the horizon.
Unlike the last time, when I went cheap, packing and unloading my worldly belongings four times (apartment to U-haul, U-haul to shipping crate, shipping crate to U-haul, U-haul to storage), twice in the ungodly heat of Miami, by now I’ve downsized said worldly belongings by nearly a forth. Most of what’s left is still in boxes. However, I’ve been told I’m not allowed to pack my own boxes, much less move a 500 pound convertible couch under the boiling sun (although the couch is long gone). Someone will pack for me. And move up to 18,000 pounds—a bit over the 100 pounds Peace Corps allows for two plus years.
Yes, it’s a different world I enter. Not that I’m at all complaining. And I think I’m old enough my character is likely to survive the bubble world—an indictment I’ve heard more than a time or two.
I’ve taken a job with the United States Agency for International Development (USAID) as an environmental officer. It’s career foreign service, which means I’ll do five weeks of training in D.C. followed by rotations in the USAID D.C. offices and language training based on my first assignment abroad—which I may not know straightaway. I could be in D.C. anywhere from three months to a year. Then I’ll do my first two-year post abroad, at the end of which I’ll have to pass the language requirements to gain tenure and decide if I want to move on to a new country.
And for a miscellaneous closing, I’m thinking of driving the northern route through Idaho, the Dakotas and Minneapolis (Bobbie and Patrick, you around in late September?), since I’ve never been, then maybe down to Missouri to see family if there is time and on to D.C. Also, in the near future, I may password protect some blogs, so become a subscriber (enter your email in the subscription box above) and you won’t miss anything. And if you want to read about Georgia’s reigning saints (and I know you do), I have a new blog up today on Novel Adventurers.