I was enjoying my job (teaching english with a Canadian company) when within a week, my life turned upside down. I would be working with this company for the next year. They had promised to contract me and later changed their minds. I didn't feel it would be a problem working under the table because I had done it before without any problems but I was planning to go home and get the visa anyways. A week before the summer camp that they were running started, they called and told me they would be paying me to work the same amount of hours but with less kids for 2oo euros less. I didnt have a choice in the matter so I verbally agreed to it. After two weeks in the camp, I realized that I still had the same amount of kids and 3 kids were paying my salary. They were ripping us off. When I tried to say something in the meeting (I had several people backing me up that they too would be behind me that they were paying us too less) and only the americans backed me up. One was let go and the other treated badly after that meeting. As for me, they tried to make exuses for me and were intending to fire me. I asked for one more chance because I needed to work at least till the end of the week. I thought for sure they wouldnt give me another chance but I fought for it and wouldnt leave until they did. I was sure they would fire me the next day, however they didn't bother to show up for work. I ended up finishing up the job and knew that they wouldnt hire me for next year.
I had two choices, go home and try to finish my boards and make something of my life or stay in Spain for a few more months and try to find a job. I took the flight home that I had re-arranded in August. I had three weeks to say goodbye to my friends that I had made the last two years and pack up and leave. It didn't hit me until now...that Im home. I wonder if it was a bad choice? I was happy in Spain with my boyfriend, my friends and my life but in one moment and a flight home, life had changed and was turned upside down. I became depressed, cried for no reason, stayed in bed and desperate to find a way back. I made this decision so I have to live with it. My passport was either stolen or lost in Philadelphia when I had come home so I was stuck here until my new one showed up on my door two months from now.
I have paid for my exam and am trying to start to study. My mind wonders and I think of Spain, my Tomas and my friends over in Malaga, Spain. It wouldnt be any different over there. I might be thinking- Why didnt I go home or why didnt I take the chance to make my life better? I would regret it either way. Life is hard and right now it sucks. I love being able to fly to another country so quickly and cheaply but maybe one day I will be back there and actually have money to do it. Right now my priorities are to pay off my dept and to become a nurse. I need to focus on it. My luxury life of living on the beach has ended. I did treasure it while I was there. Now I have to try to adjust being back which might take a while. Ohio has changed along with the people in it. Life went on and so did mine but somewhere else. Here I go...wish me luck!
