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Vorfreude

Who knew?

English has words for all kinds of emotions I never knew existed.

Sometimes you just can’t know until it’s happened to you.

 

Vorfreude, to me is:

If you’ve ever had a quarter or mid-life crisis you know your brain can tell you to do strange things.

Like quit your job and leave the country.

 

Let me explain.

It started with the election.

No, really.

I was — pretty mad (I am still mad, for the record). What the actual hell America?

 

Being a completely irrational human being I decided to only way to combat my anger was to leave.

Actually leave the country.

(I tend to run from my problems)

 

So on a whim I applied for some jobs overseas.

Well — one of those jobs overseas panned out.

 

In January, just over a month from my 28th birthday — I interviewed for a job in Japan.

And reader,

just a week shy of my 28th birthday,

I accepted the job.

 

A nervous, anxious, excited ball of energy I resigned from my teaching job.

A job I really wanted to love, but couldn’t.

A job I really could’ve loved, but was ruined for me by things out of my control.

This was February.

 

Since February I have been anxiously preparing my language skills, eating techniques, mannerisms.

Since February I have anxiously waited for details on my arrival.

 

Still — I wait.

With every ring and ding, my heart skips a beat.

Wondering if this might be the call.

The e-mail.

The one that tells me when and where.

 

I wait, ever more anxiously,

wondering when I’ll leave my home, friends, and beloved dogs.

 

If you’ve ever done something crazy like decided to move halfway around the world,

you too know the feeling.

 

It is indescribable.

Alas….I still wait.

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28 Tomorrow

Another birthday has crept up, and this time it’ll be 28. Unlike most people I actually don’t dread my birthday or getting older. It’s a time for me to do something I love, eat a delicious meal, and reflect on personal achievements of the last year.

I quite enjoy getting older. I know that sounds ridiculous, but hear me out. Your 20s suck. There is just no way around it. You’re trying to figure out life, how to adult, what you want, who you want to be, what you want to do, who you want to be with — there’s just a ton of unknowns going into your 20s. You’re bound to struggle, bound to fail, and bound to question literally every decision that’s led you up to this point.

But that’s also growth.

See, on the eve of my 28th birthday I’m looking forward to edging closer to 30. I’m happy to be in my late 20s. I feel comfortable taking more risks. I feel comfortable asserting myself for the first time ever. I feel comfortable to cut ties, make a move, and dare to dream. I’m finally comfortable enough to go after some of the things I’ve been too scared to go for.

Many of you know that I applied and interviewed for a job teaching English in Japan.

Reader — I was offered the job.

And I took it.

23-year old me would have been too scared to leave the safety of my corner of the world.

24-year old me would’ve been too depressed.

25-year old me would’ve been to anxious.

26-year old me would’ve been too worried about what my friends and family would think.

But 27-year old me was ready.

And 28-year old me is quite ready for a grand adventure.

You know what they say — if you aren’t happy, move. You aren’t a tree.

I don’t know the finer details yet, only that I’ll depart the U.S. for my new home sometime between late August of this year and January of 2018. Exact placement is still up in the air — something younger 20s me would’ve never been okay with.
As you can imagine the cost of relocating to a country halfway across the world is daunting and very expensive. The hubby and I have started a GoFundMe for anyone who would like to help us offset some of the monetary challenges of moving overseas.

The Eglis Go To Japan

If you’re unable to donate, please share. Sharing is caring! 

Yes, I’ll definitely be blogging a lot about our upcoming move and adventures had once we relocate!

I’ll try to make time to post more often, I know I’ve gotten sporadic. Between interviewing, resigning from my current job, freelancing, and everything else I’ve just been crazy busy. Speaking of freelancing, I know my last post was centered around getting started with that. Happy to report things are progressing well and I’ve got plenty of work on the table. It’s good to have a side hustle!

So — there’s the latest in the life of Chelsea. Thanks for reading!

Resolutions, Part 2

I have a bit of a personal ritual around the New Year. Not only do I celebrate my 8th anniversary of marriage to my husband on the 30th, but the new year also symbolizes a time to stop and reflect on the year I’ve had and the goals I want for the future.

I can say, without a doubt, that 2016 has been a steaming dump of a year. There were a few highlights, undoubtedly, like the weddings of a couple of my best friends, an awesomely extravagant vacation, and adulting successfully by doing something called buying a car. And while all these events are wonderful, it cannot overshadow the festering, stinking dumpster fire this year has been since the beginning.

Four more days, friends. Four more. But what, oh what, does 2017 hold?

That, readers, is questionable. If, like me, you have harbored extreme resentment and a little bitterness since the election, you, like me, are probably approaching the new year with apprehension. Uncertainty. Even disappointment.

Trust me, reader, I sympathize.

And that brings me to my resolution for 2017. I only have one this year, but I think it’s going to be important if I ever want to leave this rut and keep moving forward.

My 2017 resolution is simply this: To stop being afraid and live the life I want for myself.

I know you’re probably like, c’mon Chels, that’s so vague and idealistic. You can’t accomplish that. You can’t measure that.

None of that really matters to me.

What matters to me is the world seems to be falling apart at the seams, and if I let it, it will drag me down with it.

I refuse to let that happen.

I refuse to be afraid of circumstances out of my control.

I refuse to stay stuck out of comfort and fear of change.

I refuse to sit for another miserable year and end up the same unsatisfied human I seem to always be reflecting on the past year, and moving into a new one.

Attempting to find a job in Japan has given me renewed desire and perspective. A goal to work toward. Something I have wanted for a very long time but have been too fearful to pursue. Will it happen soon? Maybe. Will it happen under the circumstances in which I want it? Doubtful. Will it solve all of my woes? Certainly not.

But will it happen? Most definitely.

It can’t be any worse than sitting and waiting for change to come to me.

I’m so tired of waiting.

 

And so, I face 2017 with little fear and increased optimism.

 

2017 just better be ready for me.

Pros and Cons

My questionable saga with moving to Japan continues. And you better believe I have a lot of questions. So much of me wants to jump all in and go for it; so much of me wants to walk away because it’s crazy and I know it’s crazy.

To make a quick summary of what’s happened — I got called for an in-person interview in Chicago in January. Yeah, JANUARY. That’s like, really soon. Trust me — I share your concern. I already agreed to go, but by agreeing to go means I’m agreeing to a potential offer of a job. Am I really ready to commit to moving to Japan next year? Your guess is as good as mine.

There is a large part of my that really wants this. More than I’ve ever really wanted anything, actually. I’ve always wanted to leave the country — what a fantastic opportunity to do not only that but also continue doing something I love doing (teaching). Get a job overseas and get a free reset button on my life? Tempting.

But then a large part of me is really scared. I’m pretty much guaranteed a work visa if I get an offer, so other than getting a passport my entry to Japan is pretty much a done deal. But what about my husband — will it be easy for him to get a spouse visa? Will I have to go without him at first (yikes)? What about my dogs? How feasible is it really to move three of them to a possibly tiny apartment in a whole new country? What will it cost me to feed them? Take them to the vet? What will I do with my house and my car? All the stuff in my house? Because I certainly won’t be taking much of that with me to the other side of the world.

So, yeah, there’s a lot of questions. A lot of feelings. And a lot of uncertainty.

 

 

Please click here if you’d like to donate to my gofundme to help me on my mission to successfully uproot and replant in Japan. Any amount is appreciated.

 

 

 

The Chance of a Lifetime

The timing of this is more than coincidence, and I am aware of that. My last couple of posts dealt with my realization of the quarter life crisis and the fact that I was smack in the middle of one. Feeling stuck, and lost, I took a chance on something a year ago I would’ve laughed at. It amazing how much things — rather, selves — change in just a year.

If you asked me what one of my biggest childhood dreams was, I would tell you I wanted to see as much of the world as I could manage. Even when I was young I craved new experiences. New places, new faces, new ideas, new languages — I just wanted to soak up as much as possible. Well, fast forward twenty years and not much has changed in that aspect. I have always wanted to travel more, do more, see more.

Alas, I have not yet left the United States, even though the drive and desire is ever more deeply seeded. I need to travel more, do more, and see more.

“Get to the point,” I’m sure you’re thinking at this point in the post.

Well, I took a chance. I took a chance and applied for a job teaching English in Japan. I didn’t think I was even remotely qualified. I didn’t think I would get a call.

But, reader, I did get a call.

I got a call and an interview, then another interview; and if all went well; another interview.

And then maybe,

Just maybe,

A perfect chance to do something I’ve always wanted to do.

A chance to travel more, do more, and see more.

A chance to combine my love of teaching with my love of travel and new experiences.

A chance to break the meaningless grind.

A chance to destroy my “comfort zone.”

A chance to actually live the life I envisioned for myself when I was young.

 

So, I took a chance.

I took the chance of a lifetime.

 

I can’t wait to see where it takes me.