In the summer of 2014, I was back to the place I had left a year ago: 14 Dover Street, Worcester. While I was as student at WPI. I spent 3 years living there; now I was living there again.
Everything was the same, just the way I remembered it: the portrait of James Dean with his famous “Dream as if you will live forever, live as if you will die today” quote was still hanging in the hallway; the dining table someone had given to me was still in the living room; the same plants were dying of improper watering. Nothing had changed. Same old apartment 2A.
I had to quickly pick myself up and get my act together. It was a daunting task. This was the time when my friends and family were there for me for encouragement at down-times. All of them, but Seabass in particular.
I was applying for jobs in Europe, Africa, Asia, Australia, South America. I brushed up my Excel skills and learned Tableau. I interviewed with a company in Nairobi and a company in Brussels. I also interviewed for an English as a Second Language (ESL) teacher in a public middle school in Zhu Zhou, city of Hunan Province, China.
One day, I was in a real strop. July was almost over. I was on the brink of booking a ticket to Bulgaria anytime now. My mind was in turmoil. As I was dwelling on all of this, Seabass walked into the room.
I shared my frustrations with him, updated him about my current situation. I had gotten a job offer. He went silent for a moment, looked at me, and confidently told me, “You’re not moving to Kenya or Belgium. Or China. You’re staying in America.”