To emigrate or not to emigrate? Is that really the question?

Because it's certainly been the subject of the last hour of my Internet searching tonight. Yeah, it's Thursday night, party night, and I am simply too unrelentingly morose to be around people. All day today, people kept asking me if I was okay. Apparently I didn't look like it. So I am in my bed, with the lights out, fantasizing about leaving what little I have left in this increasingly frightening (to me, if not 51% of the electorate) country and moving far, far away. Anyway, tonight I find myself really envying my friend Allan. He has dual English-American citizenship. What I wouldn't give for THAT right now.

But while Australia and NewZealand sound awesome, weather-wise, it's Canada that would be easiest country to which to emigrate. But I guess I'll have to consider them all when I begin hunting for my first teaching job starting this June. When I came back to school over four years ago, I was starting a new chapter, if not book, of my life. This coming summer will see the end of that one and the beginning of a new one. Really, I can go anywhere I want, so long as I can speak the language. Which certainly limits things quite a bit. :)

But I still have a lot to do before then. Like finish this awful semester. And do my student teaching. I just met my host teacher today and she is awesome. I was probably not as dynamic as I would have liked to have been, near-crippling depression and all, but she too was grieving the election.

And I really wish people would stop asking me about it, asking me how I feel. I feel like crying, that's how I feel. And every time I manage to forget about it, someone brings it up again. I guess that's my plan: ignore it. Hey, it works for Bush.