Was woken up by the TESOL folks yesterday morning in response to my e-mail requesting more information about their course. Their ad was on Craig’s List, buried among jobs I’m not qualified for and hookers I don’t want to contact. “Get paid to explore the world!” said the link. “Get your international teaching degree!” That sounded pretty good to me. I clicked. They called back.
We chatted. I was pleased to learn that the cost for this course consists only of tuition for the TESOL certification course which, though still a hefty chunk of change, is far more manageable than what the volunteer programs I researched cost. $900 versus $4K plus ~$200 for the certification to live in a dorm and get continental breakfast in Buenos Aires. This program suggests that you stay for at least a year in your chosen country, which is longer than I wanted to be in one place, but it would eliminate the problem of having to pay rent on my empty apartment for 3 months as I would just move out entirely.
$900 versus ~$7200. I think I could swing that. They said they have courses once a month and they ask that you get certified at least 6 weeks before you leave. So I could save up – and perhaps be helped by my tax return – to do the course in the summer and leave by the fall. According to the fellow I spoke to, if you teach in Asia they often fly you out there and set you up with a furnished apartment. In Asia, I thought, I could be tall. The jobs in Buenos Aires aren’t really there, he said, and in Europe they are a little more scarce, plus Visa issues tend to be a problem, yet with my potential Italian dual citizenship, that wouldn’t be such a problem.
Erma said I could leave things at her apartment. I really haven’t even got that much – mostly clothes and kitchen stuff and odds and ends. Maybe I could leave things at my brother, Diego’s place, too. I can probably sell a bunch of things, mainly to get it out of my hair as I don’t think I have anything that’s really valuable … I could get one of those big rolling suitcases, a couple of duffelbags …
Heifer. I could hold a lottery – who wins the ridiculously white pawed puffing kitty while I’m away?
i suppose if all of that could be taken care of – and it sounds possible, more possible than before – the only real problem would be deciding where to go when I want to go everywhere….