I’m finally getting what I’ve always wanted. But it seems to be all wrong.
The exciting part: I’m finally moving out of this city!
The bad news: I’m moving to a place where I don’t know the language and from what I can gather, my nursing career will go down the toilet.
The friendboy that didn’t pay attention from previous posts turned into boyfriend and now fiancé (he still doesn’t pay attention, though). We both graduate in December. Our wedding is at the end of the year. Then we will start our new lives in some quaint town in Europe. It’s exciting and terrifying and horribly sad all at the same time. While my classmates will be orienting at a new job, I’ll be packing my life up. When they are earning money and getting much needed experience, I’ll be learning a new language and culture. Once I finally find myself in a position to be able to work, it seems that I won’t be able to do near as much as I would have liked. The salary leaves much to be desired and the hope for advancement seems dim.
Great!
