Waking up doesn't seem to be taking this morning, so it won't last. Yesterday brought news that I've been shortlisted for the job in Berl1n I wrote about a few weeks ago that was just so, so me. I was so excited I could hardly sit through the rest of the day, and my body, unaccustomed to such good and validating news, was exhausted by nightfall. Yesterday I decided to indulge myself fully in dreaming about it; started looking at apartments, looked at the tefl.com cost of living guide, tried to work out what the right neighborhoods to live in would be, being sad the cute mayor is gay.
Mostly I just enjoyed feeling validated by the thought the first place I applied to on this blitz is taking me semi-seriously. Right now I'm pursuing a policy of only applying to jobs I really really want alot, so - well, it makes me feel good. But now I'm still sleepy. And when I wake up, I'm just going to try to forget about it and keep applying for other jobs I want.