Da me una salvavida (la cerveza no)...

Well yet again it's been months... and the past week has seemed like the majority of all the time-- I'm asking for a life saver,( if anyone happens to have one, I prefer neon yellow, size large, functioning straps and buckles please.) No really though, I need advice.

I know i'm not exactly deserving of advice due to my inexplicable invisibility on this poor neglected blog. But, knowing that I'm doing this as much for myself as I am for you all, I will continue writing to no avail... I decided in the fall that this would be my one and only year here teaching in Honduras. I then evaluated my decision in the winter and thought almost positively that I was going to stay another year. I told the school I was staying... I told my kids I was staying... I even told the umpteen taxi drivers that all know me by face if not name, that I was staying.

A couple of days ago I felt this sort of dreadful churning queasiness in my stomach, similar to the feeling you get when you eat too much indian food in one sitting... I told the director I was probably leaving and Now, yet again, the awful indecisiveness is kicking in again. I'm having trouble sleeping and can't seem to really be sure about either option (going home or staying for next year). Am I making the right decision? How do I know for sure- how does anyone ever know for sure if the road less traveled would have been the better one for their particular case?

The question I pose to you is this, do I go home without a job, uncertain in my living and financial situation and risk the potential nuclear disaster that could very well occur if I live with immediate family for too long (jk...sort of ;))-- or do i stay here for another year... not completely positive that I'd like to be battling it out in a 100 degree classroom everyday with kids and administration that can push you to limits you didn't know you had.

If you can help, please do- leave me a comment, write me an email, etc. If not, well I understand- it is quite selfish of such an unreliable blogger to ask for readers' advice this late in the game eh? Ahhh, if only I could become one of those vagabond jewelry sellers... they have groupies you know- unfortunately, the groupies are usually fire throwers, unicyclists and professional bums- with the exception of the latter, I just don't find myself with the requisite qualifications. Damn. (Note: Dan, I expect you to have some hints for me... ;)

abrazos y besos de honduras,

Katie

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