Wow. So yesterday I wrote this whole post about how I was feeling so incredibly lost, and now this morning I woke up and felt so incredibly found. I knew it sounds so cliche, but it really feels like I wasn’t the one doing the work; like something just clicked and it had nothing to do with me.
I’m back in Asilah, for what, the fourth time? Nothing felt any different when I arrived last night, but this morning I went out to buy bread, and as I’m walking down this quiet tree-lined street, I lean down to pet this cat. And while it may not be an Essaouira cat, it was still pretty cute, and miles ahead of any el jadida cat (they’re the worst). But it was somehow at that moment that I realized that this is where I’m meant to be. I feel like I’m writing something out of EatPrayLove right now, harnessing my inner Liz Gilbert, but it’s true. I just walked around with this stupid grin on my face, falling in love with this town, and now I’m just hoping I can figure out some way to make this all work.
Cause here’s the deal: I had two interviews. And I got two jobs!
But they start in September.
So I need to figure out what I’m doing for the summer. And until this morning, that felt like a pretty daunting task.
A quote from yesterday’s writing:
Options for the summer are both numerous and limited; I could do a variety of things, but most of them all depend on some extra factor, more or less out of my control. For example, I could live basically anywhere in Morocco for the summer, teaching English online, but for that I need to live in an apartment, not a hostel. So I have to be able to find somewhere in a pretty low price range. Which may or may not include finder’s fees for the realtor, even for such a short term stay, making it more or less out of my reach anyway. And then it’s a gamble on whether or not my wifi connection will be good enough, so I should probably have a backup, which could easily be hostel work, though it probably won’t pay enough unless I’m working round the clock (and if I’m doing that, why bother living in Morocco?)
The second option is working in an English summer camp, which could let me save some money, but there’s still probably the months of June and September that would be up in the air. I think this is my best option, and that by the end of next week, I’ll have it sorted out. But man am I feeling sick of this untethered, ungrounded, floating feeling.
So while a lot of those unknowns still apply, Asilah would be a kick ass place to spend the summer. The hostel here is great, so hopefully I could work here. And I could probably even tolerate living here, too, because it’s so chill and well-run (a very welcome change of pace). Though my own apartment would still be ideal. I have the feeling that prices here won’t be so crazy, as it’s pretty small; it is pretty close to Spain though so there might be a lot of demand here anyway.
Either way, I’m looking forward to the next few days to see what develops. For now, it’s yoga on the roof, a trip to the hammam, and an afternoon at the beach. Could be worse! 🙂