Not, like, literally run. Because running is hard and also gives me shin splints.
What I am referring to is the urge to not stay in one place. The whole thing where I've moved fifteen? times since college. The thing where, once known, a place loses interest for me.
I know San Antonio. I've been here before and I left. I came back for good reasons. Family and friends and job. It was my best option at the time and I don't regret it.
But the time has come sooner than I expected to tell you that I will be leaving again. Yes, it means that I can't stay in my new job that I like or finish my teacher certification, but I'll be doing something that I've wanted to do for far longer.
Apply a year before you want to leave, the website said. It will have been a year this summer. There are still some steps before then. But if everything goes well, sometime around late July or early August, I'll be leaving for Palau, a tiny island in the Pacific.
I'll be teaching kids there, with the Peace Corps. I will be packing a whole lot of sunscreen.
I've created a new blog to talk about the process of getting ready to go and where I'll be posting updates, as possible from Palau. I hope you'll go and check it out today.