Changes

And old family friend of my grandmother's named Edgar used to always say, "Plans Change". And Edgar certainly was right, because sometimes plans can change very drastically overnight.

Yesterday, we heard some very disturbing news: our school was suffering from serious financial sufferation, and was drowning in debt. Some mysterious dude in Norway is apparently buying the whole shebang and taking over ownership.

Now, that is not the real problem -- the real problem is that he believes he cannot afford to keep, house and pay three foreign teachers, and only wants one of us to stay. Another problem is that we all have to be out of our apartment by the end of the month and figure out what the ass we are going to do.

Considering that Zeynep is technically Turkish (even though she teaches in English with a Canadian accent), that means they want either myself or Dr Dre to stay, by ourselves, in Sivas. And as I may have mentioned before, Sivas is kind of a small, conservative town, with one bar and no other foreigners. And considering the language barrier, the prospect of staying and living here alone is not too appealing.

Our boss was practically begging one of us to decide to stay, saying that he would find us a new roommate and still take care of us, but to hell with that.

I GOIN HOME FOR CARNIVAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am now officially heading home on February 23rd to do three very important things:
1. PLAY MAS
2. get my working holiday visa so that I can make loud koin in London
3. get a TAN (we are both grossly pale, like those geckos that live behind the paintings)

It has all been so sudden... when our director told us that we had to go, we all tossed and turned all night wondering exactly what to do. Go to Istanbul to work for a few months? Perhaps go to another country to teach? Japan? Korea? Dre and Zeynep are still not entirely sure what they will do, but either way, all of us are leaving Sivas within 2 weeks.

Ohhhh Sivas. So this is the end! Two weeks and no more Sivas! At least I can say I had a good experience, and enjoyed teaching, and saw many many beautiful places. I think it may be an extreme shock to go from the winter of Sivas to the madness and mayhem of Carnival. Two weeks is a very short amount of time, but better than nothing I suppose!

I wonder though... what shall I do with this blog?