The final week of training is upon us and although there is some relief that we will soon be engaged in what one hopes will be meaningful and soul-satisfying work it is hard not to be continually distracted by the search for an apartment. I would be the first to admit that finding a place to call home is my least favourite activity…the agony of choosing the right location, the pressure of negotiating, the competition, the moving in… It is exhausting in a context with which I am familiar (a city and language that I know) and here we simply don’t have the context at all.
I will also admit that having a home that feels cozy and comfortable is important to me. It was important in Canada and will be equally as important here. Somewhere that can wrap it’s arm around me and give me a hug – when I wake up in the morning and when I return again in the evening.
The quest will not proceed un-aided, however, as we will have help from R’s NGO in the search. But the urgency I feel to be settled is hard to communicate to others. Perhaps I am over stating the value that I will gain from being settled…but I do think it will make me a much better volunteer when I start work next Monday. The distractions of living out of a suitcase will only cling like cobwebs in the brain while I attempt to read through years worth of files, making some sense of what exactly my job is and where I should endeavour to begin.