so this is my final week working for castaway. it's extremely strange and surreal and i'm not even sure it's completely set in yet.
the tourist season is starting to dwindle down, therefore my time is almost up here on this tiny island. i knew i wouldn't be able to afford living here in may and june, like i initially intended to, so i told my company that my last day would be in mid-april. it'll give me a week or so to pack and take tons of pictures and say my goodbyes before leaving.
isn't it funny how you look forward to moving on from something, and then right before the change comes, you second guess yourself and appreciate the little things that you couldn't wait to end?
this probably doesn't make sense coming from me. i can't tell you how many times a day i have people say, "you have the best job in the world! dream job! this is hardly work!" but belieeeeve me, after six months of working in the sun all day everyday--herding massive groups of people who don't like to listen, catering to high-maintenance tourists, answering the same questions over and over again for friendly tourists, having people's lives in our hands... it's more stressful than it seems! not to mention the physical work of sailing a big boat two or three times a day... it is TIRING.
but now that i know that this is the end of this experience, i don't mind the herding or the questions or the stress too much. not this week. the boys are taking advantage of this state of mind i'm in by making me do every single snorkel tour before i leave... perfect. haha!
