So I have very nearly resigned myself to the fact that the proposed trip to Israel might just fall through, due to a variety of reasons. A bit of a funk ensued involving much hand-wringing and cursing at the skies and listening to lots of angry Black Flag, but this brief and wondrous moment of self-pity has now passed. Onward, she thinks.

I have not been updating this blog that often as my attentions had shifted to pithy world-giggling and snarkyness over at LiveJournal, but now (along my my new-found sense of ICanDoItNess), I will attempt to update this far more frequently for the small few that do, in fact, read it.

So, as to the overseas question? I will be going... just now, the questions remains to be Where and When and How Will I Afford It. Struggling freelance mantra aside, I find that while not having a steady office to report to or a 9-5er to take up my days, I do sort of miss the human interaction that it allowed. Currently I am swigging coffee in my usual sweatshirt and jeans ensemble, endlessly trolling for upcoming freelance gigs. Skin may just be turning pale, cats may just hate seeing me around, hair may or may not be brushed.

I think of the original intention of this blog, chronicling wild and wacky adventures overseas with a sense of wonder and realism and right now the only thing I could blog about is the foamy, churning surf pounding on the beach this morning during what was a sloggy and cold walk.

I have decided to take an intensive course to earn my TEFL certification, an 80 hour (resplendently expensive) insurance policy for me. I fully intend on moving overseas for at least a year and if the pottery reconstruction job does fall through, I will have this in my back pocket. Having the certification, along with my degrees, all but assures me a job teaching overseas and currently I am looking into a school in Istanbul as well as in Dubai. So there is hope, all ye who might visit me while I am roaming.

Off for now.