I'm busy, and I really enjoy it. Five months sleeping in my parents house waiting for substituting job taught me to love having constant demands upon my time. There's that, but I've also found that I really really like working with Turkish students, and I'm delighted by little things: having a locker at work, a workroom, a coat rack, an office filled with people offering me coffee, and people who laugh like we're sharing a great inside joke no matter what I say to them. I've previously attributed the disorganization of my last engagements in Georgia and China to the character of each respective country and the temperament of its people. Third time on I'm lead to believe it is par for the course of ESL classes.
I'm trying to resolve the fact that I claim to be an intellectual (really I'm a massive dork) and claim to seek out intellectual women and have both claims torpedoed in the face of beautiful women.