It's all right
bad at all.
At least in part, I think it was something my certain friend said, about
living in certain ways just as a way to survive, that - strange though it
is - reminded me of the certain ways in which I want to live: Not just
surviving, but living by being "in love" with what I'm passionate about.
Which is the work I'm doing and trying to do... and so, I have managed to
get on with it. Still slowly, but surely. And in the process, I've left the
odd feeling of not being quite myself, quite in this skin, time, and place,
behind me.
Today, I had a meeting with the director of the school where I may - I guess
by now I should be able to say: will - be teaching English during this year
in Latvia. I have a very good feeling about it already (which I don't
usually get); and I'll be there next monday, when school starts and the
teachers meet for a group photo and a chat...
Also, I've been finding quite a number of lectures which I should be able to
get credit for as parts of my studies. Not quite the same that we (the
respective coordinator at the University of Vienna and I) had considered
before I left, but none that are all too unlikely candidates, either. Most
notably, there are very nice lectures in literature studies that I am in the
mood for. (I may be an avid reader, but not usually of literature of the
romantic period or of poetry. Still, even that somehow seems appealing. One
has to expand one's horizon, after all.)
Of course, coming up with a schedule might be quite a challenge, not least
with the school engagement and wanting to get some of my own academic work
finished during this year in Latvia. But, it's always been that way.





