I love reading old journal/blog/diary entries. What a good sense of perspective (and in most cases, nostalgia) it gives one...

I remember how adamant I was that this trip to Europe would be a
move, not just a vacation. I really put my foot down about it when you guys would say "oh wow, that sounds like it will be a really fun trip!" I didn't want to just be another tourist that spent a few months there, never bothering to learn any words in the local language, relying only on other expats for a social life,

still unaware of the culture they were living in. Granted, I have only learned a little bit of Czech (barely enough to speak in one or two full sentences), have hardly a handful of friends (of whom only one is actually part Czech), and have more or less stopped caring about what's inside the national monuments I walk by every day (I have yet to even take a proper tour of the city)...
But what really gets me is that I thought I would be here for
years. Like 5 years
or more. Then it dwindled to 2 or 3 years. Now, I'm planning to leave the country after being here for about 6 months! If The Language House (TLH) had actually placed us in jobs, or even given us the job assistance,

I would now be working full time, have a valid Visa, and be able to travel on weekends. The main reason I picked Prague was because it is so centrally-located, thus it would be seemingly easy to take a quick train to Germany/Slovakia/Poland/Austria/wherever for the weekend and be able to experience more of Europe on a smaller budget and full-time work schedule. But with no Visa, I can't cross borders for fear of being deported. And with no full-time work, I don't have the money for a train ticket anyway.

In theory, it was a good plan. But the crucial piece - finding work and securing my Visa - was never put into the puzzle... and that gaping black-hole just continued to consume every other piece around it. Not to mention how assuredly I had thought that I covered every possible aspect of the plan...
Remember this step-by-step plan from an entry back in June?
- Step 1: Get to Prague. Had that covered, Scot's family had generously offered us tickets, and of course, I had chosen the "perfect" European location - right in the middle with plenty of options to see/experience other cultures close by, but still a major international city.
- Step 2: Find a place to stay. No problem, had a free house for the first month, then the TLH promised to help us find housing if we couldn't figure it out on our own.
- Step 3: Get a job. No problem there either, was getting TEFL certified at TLH and then they promised to get us work, or at the very least help with finding interviews and all that. Then of course the Visa would be automatically underway once we had work.
- Step 4: Settle in. Sure, why not? With no worries and everything settled, of course I was assuming I would kick into nesting-mode and make my own little niche of 'home.'
- Step 5: Pursue passions. This seems to be the only step that has actually worked (for me anyway; Scot busted ass to try and play gigs here, but only really wound up with one, before he was forced to return home after running out of funds). Too bad my passion-fulfilling work amounts to about five hours a week total, between all three jobs... And now I feel obligated, rather than excited, to stay until December for the shows.
LOL! What a list, huh? I thought that I had thought of everything, making sure that all bases were covered,

that I had enough money saved, a couple of contacts here, that TLH would actually deliver what it said it would (why would I think they wouldn't?), that the Visa process involved more paperwork than I was used to for most things but that it was a relatively straight-forward and simple process.
Boy, was I wrong!!Looking at it now, I can only laugh. Sure, it's painful to realize I had invested so much (emotionally, financially) into moving to Praha, only to have yet another dream/plan shattered before my eyes (while living through it!). But every day that I am here, every hour I feel like I'm in jail, just waiting to finish my sentence... I can only laugh at what a tragic-comedy of errors this has turned out to be. How every sign in the Universe, no matter how small, is screaming at me in a neon-fluorescent visual assault:
NOVA! YOU DON'T BELONG HERE! I belong somewhere else. I gave it an honest try, put a lot of love, energy, money, time and hope into my plan to make this place my new home... but despite my best efforts, I just need to move on.

So, regardless of what happens in December - whether my Visa papers for Italy go through or not, whether I take off to Rome or stay in Seattle - I will just be so damn grateful to be
anywhere but here!
The only thing I still enjoy about Prague at this point is how it looks - the architecture is absolutely amazing, building have stunning details

and colors, and so much history has been preserved. But I can't only appreciate how things look. I can't be that superficial. My love for where I am can't only be skin-deep. I'm glad I came here and experienced this place, but I never want to come back here ever again. Not even to vacation. I've had my fill, and this place given me nothing but struggle and heartache.
To end on a positive note: I'm really,
really looking forward to coming home. I already loathe Christmas as it is... It would make it that much worse to have to spend it here (in 'jail'). At least I will be around you, dear friends, and can re-charge my spirit with familiarity, comfort, support, good food... Ahhh. I can't wait. :)
- Nova.

P.S. If you are at all able, I humbly appreciate any support (no matter how small!) so I can survive the next two months in Praha...