>The last two days at work have been interesting. I wasn’t very tactful in my approach to telling my students I am moving. I just said, “I have to tell you something,” at which point they asked if I was pregnant. To which I said an emphatic “no”. “I’m moving to Texas.” Third hour thought I was playing a really mean joke on them. Yesterday sucked; can we just sum it up that way? I’ve never left a job I’ve really truly enjoyed day-to-day, where it doesn’t really feel like work. Even during my first two weeks of teaching full-time I felt that way.
For them, it’s a loss. For me, it’s a small loss in comparison to what life will hold in a few months. Will I work full-time? I’m not sure. I definitely won’t be bored, though! I’m looking forward to getting involved in a new church, making new friends, driving new interstates, learning the inner workings of new Walmarts and Targets, and seeing 1.1 million new faces.
As I think about what moving will be like, I think, What will be the downfalls? Well, we will be 1100 miles from both our families: parents, siblings, nieces and nephew, adorable second cousin (coughAdelinecough). We will miss our church family. But overall, I think it’s time to move on. I don’t mean that as a knock on life here in Illinois, it’s just that we knew we wouldn’t be comfortable in any one place for too long. I’ve known that for almost seven years.
I love how early spring in the evening smells… I will miss this for sure. In almost every aspect, I’m going into this change blindly. Honestly, I think it’s better for me that way. Sometimes being naive is not so bad.