¡Joder! (won’t find that’n in the dictionary)

So remember what I said about having a (great) place to live? Please, dear reader, promptly eradicate that lovely, cherub-borne, pastel colored, candy coated and yellow-cake flavored thought from your mind! I’m once again homeless and desperately looking.

More on (semi) homelessness, making more money than ordinary Spaniards who teach in the public school system and the awkwardness it breeds, and a horrible miscommunication with my school’s bilingual coordinator to follow.

P.S. I’m sick of being a nomad.


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