I will try to start writing again. I cant promise to do it as often as I did when I was still in the height of wanting to be a journalist or writer by profession but every now and then I will try to write things. Rene said he likes the way I write. I am 99% sure that he truly mean it and 1% sure that he just said it because he wanted to encourage me to do some things other than surrendering myself to boredom. Whatever it is I am 100% sure that Rene wants me to be happy and he will make everything to make me happy, may it be giving me some nice compliments or suggesting that I do some things which he thinks will make me feel good about myself.

So since I am sort of keyed up to writing at the moment, my mind is being flooded by thoughts that seem to be racing up against each other to be written. Topics like our afternoon walk along a really poor Chinese street, or being back in Changchun in general, or our visit to Austria, etcetera. Ok, I will not write about our visit to Austria just yet because that topic is special in a sense that if I have to write about it, I should be in a really good spirit because otherwise I might not be able to write it as beautifully as I want it to be written. Being back in Changchun seems to be the most appropriate topic to write about at the moment considering my not-so-bright mood.

I never thought that being back here in Changchun after a really nice two weeks in Austria is bad. I thought, come on Austria is a beautiful place but China provided me a home for almost two years. It shouldnt be that bad. But what made it sour for me is getting back here and learning that I lost my job. Few weeks before we went to Austria, my agent informed me that they hired a teacher who will teach in my absence. They also informed me that when I am back in Changchun I cant immediately teach, I have to wait two more weeks before I can go back to the my Kindergarten because the teacher-in-charge is supposed to finish one whole month of teaching. So I said to myself, that is good, I have time to cope with jet lag. So, I got back from Austria, coped with my jet lag, called my agent to say that I am fit and ready to return to my Kindergarten only to find out that I have nothing to return to. It is not because the Kindergarten was burned down to ashes, heaven forbid, but because my agent lost the contract with the Kindergarten. Why? As I understand it, it is because my agent sent a not-so-good and un-white person to teach there. So as expected, the Kindergarten principal is not so pleased about it, she complained to my agent, and terminated the contract there and then. So in short, ladies and gentlemen, I am officially a Hausfrau, yet again.

I waited so long to have that job. I was without a job for 4 months so imagine my joy when I got it last May. I am supposed to teach there until December. It is just July now so I am looking at being a bum for the next 6 months. Life should have a good reason for this but as of the moment I still dont know what it is.