That being said, the first complication after arrival was my job change. As you remember, I had been prepping to teach English to children, whereas now I teach English to adults. While this perplexed me at the start, the job ended up being perfect for me, and I'm enjoying it more than ever. I feel very lucky in this regard, as my main reason for coming here to Goiania was the job I found. It could have just as easily changed into something completely irrelevant or just plain terrible. I've heard of this happening to other interns here, and I really am thankful that this has been such a great professional experience for me.
This past week, quite a few other changes have popped up. Some are trivial. For instance, I now teach class at 8am instead of 1pm. Sure, I get up at 6:30am, but the walk to work is much cooler, I have the rest of the day to myself, and I have more students in my class. Can't complain about that. Another change, a bit more serious, is that I found out my job ends at the end of June. I had planned to work into July, but now I won't be needed past the 30th. This would have upset me if the third, rather abrupt and intensely frustrating change hadn't happened just the day before.
I got a text message at 7am Thursday morning as I was getting ready for work. Bruna was awake too but was having breakfast across the hall at her sister's apartment. The text said that I was going to change hosts this weekend, but that I need not worry because my next host was already set up. Wifi, my own room, and an even closer proximity to work were all reasons cited why this was going to be very beneficial for me.
Stunned, I stared at the phone for some time. I'm not a morning person anyway, and having been told you have to vacate your current residence for an unknown reason in 72 hours left me pretty speechless. I took the phone over to Bruna across the hall to see if it was all true. Yes, she admitted; her family was coming into town to buy a new apartment. They needed to move out ASAP, so I couldn't stay. That's fair.
But, why wasn't I told sooner? At least warned? Many reasons for that. My favorite and most irritating reason is that this had all been planned from the start. Everyone knew I was staying 2 months. Everyone, except me, also knew that I would only stay with Bruna for 1 month. I was assumed to have been told about this adjustment. Nope. Just found out. Via text. I'd like to stress that part. As a good friend of mine here said, "It's like a bad breakup." Or that Sex and the City episode with the Post-It. Except instead of losing a bad boyfriend, you're losing the roof over your head in a city you've just barely come to be familiar with.
Now, you're probably asking, what's the real problem here? Sure it sucks to be uprooted, but you've got an even "nicer" place waiting for you. Isn't this good? Well, I guess it has the potential to be good, except all that text message lead-up about where I'm living was bad information. The truth is that no one really knows who I'll be living with. I've done some work on my own and have some back-up plans, but nothing has been officially confirmed by AIESEC.
All this paired with the metabolic crash I had earlier today has left me feeling pretty tired. I was at Bia's house last night for her birthday party, and she invited me to stay the night. When I woke up this morning, I had terrible stomach pain along with weakness, hot-flashes, and nausea. This has happened to me before, and normally I wait for the worst of it to pass and try to get something into my stomach. That approach didn't work this time, as I watch myself get pale and clammy not once, but twice! Lovely.
|Bia's kitty and I got to hang out|
Bia's family took me over to the local public clinic where I was suited up for a saline solution IV after just giving them my Georgia driver's license and my mother's name. I'm told it's all free! The family was really nice about everything, and they even gave me a lift home so I wouldn't have to brave the buses in a weakened state.
|No cultural experience is a complete without a visit to the hospital|
So, there you have it: a more realistic addition to all the rosy posts I've been writing! ;) However, to be completely honest, most of the challenges I've faced here in Brazil have turned out well in the end. My job is awesome; my health has been pretty solid. And about this current housing crisis (ha!), I really think it'll work out, especially with some work on my part and help from friends. With only 2 weeks left to go of working, I want to thank my friends, both local and abroad, as well as my family for helping me with everything. It's been a whirlwind, but I've never been alone!