Guest Post by Cameron Conaway
My fiancée Maggie and I were at a Thai restaurant in Charlottesville, Virginia. We didn’t know it at the time, but we were two burnt out teachers and we were only in our mid-twenties. She was finishing her second year working at a boarding school for kids with learning disabilities – a job that was often twenty-four hours a day for five or six days a week – and I’d been teaching for several years all over the place – from Johns Hopkins Center for Talented Youth in Lancaster, Pennsylvania to high schools in Tucson, Arizona and, most recently, for several online universities. The tipping point occurred as we dove into our spring rolls and pad Thai.
Maggie’s eyes filled with tears. Her face was angelic; these were not tears of stress.
“Are you okay, babe?” I asked.
“Yeah. I just…I know what’s next for me. I know what I need.”
She looked around and I followed her eyes into the Buddha and temple relics. Her eyes came back to mine:
“I need to move abroad and teach. Are you joining me?”