I suppose there is some value to a conscious incompetence as opposed to a false confidence. But at this point I’ll be happy if I can have a slow conversation with a very patient Nepali.
Extracting yourself from one life into another is a series of loses, compromises, expectations and fantasies, a process rather than a moment.
I have two book ideas, and I expect to get to them eventually. This would be the time if the pandemic continues to rage and the vaccine fails and the world ends.
Any “plan” to work in a developing country has unexpected challenges and complications, more so in a worldwide pandemic.
You will probably be the first grandchild to travel alone (come see us.) And you’ll probably have the first broken heart too.