December 8, 2009

The Where and The Why

New Delhi, India.

Not New Delhi, Maine. New Delhi, India. As in India, India.

Many years ago, when Jonah and I first met, we started planning a camping trip during our very first conversation. We were travelers before we met and travelers after we met. Together, we camped across Maine and the Canadian Maritimes, the Alaskan wilderness, and the Southwestern U.S. We chaperoned student trips to Costa Rica and Bermuda. We spent eight weeks backpacking in Southeast Asia and splurged on one budget-busting week in Italy.

Then we had two sons, 16 months apart, and it became an exciting adventure to visit the grandparents in Ohio.

We have always talked about working in international schools as we aspired to find the balance between our passion for the field of education and love of life beyond the school day. We could have easily talked ourselves out of it though. The boys are young. We love our family. We have great jobs. We love our friends, our house, our neighbors, life in Maine.

But this is why the timing is perfect.

Things are going so well, we decided to go for it. It would be easy to wait for a reason NOT to go. So, we sneakily polished our resumes, and guiltily registered with a recruitment firm. We dared ourselves to email schools all over the globe to see if any high school was interested in hiring a married team - a counselor and a science teacher. People emailed us back. We had interviews over lunch and Skype. We got excited about one particular place and imagined our life in India.

We are moving in seven months. From a Maine town of 3,000 to a foreign city of 14 million.

Holy Sacred Cow.


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