I want to shout from the rooftops what is going on. Tell everyone that I am moving home, and talk about this big step. But I can't. I still don't know that this is for sure. I still don't actually have a job. It's not something that I can say for sure yet- not until I know for sure. Anticipation for tomorrow's meeting (as I have decided to call it) is building- exponentially.
Today I am going to finish as many tasks as possible after leaving what has been my first home- my church here. When hubby returns from work around 6 we will eat pizza, enjoy our last few moments together, then pack up my car with as many things as will fit (the pile is already in the livingroom- taunting me).
photo taken on photobooth- there are tons of things behind that big shelf too |
I am so grateful to be able to be at this point. To be able to be this close to a teaching position, full time- my first full year out of college, and at an awesome district. And I am grateful that I have family who will take me in, provide for me, and give me all of the love and support i can take- no matter how close are far they are from me.
Today my facebook page is riddled with journeys of people starting the next step of life (marriage, leaving home for a teaching position, going on sabbatical for a year to teach around the world.. etc) For some reason it is so comforting to know that I am not alone in this, and that we get to take this journey together.