Early April I flew out to interview with a large school district and a small Christian school. I didn't really know what to expect being an out-of-state teacher even though I had been credentialed in California initially. As the school year was wrapping up I still had not heard from the schools I interviewed with nor did I hear from any of the other schools with whom I had applied. :( However, I was pressing on and my house went on the market. Anyone who has ever sold their house knows the special joy of having to keep your house "show-ready" at all times. And the thought of strangers continually tromping through my house and checking out my closets and fridge was a little unsettling but it is all part of the process, right?
The school year ended and every time someone asked me about my plans that included: no job, no buyer for my house, and no where to live when I moved, they would give me the wide-eyed head tilt while biting their lips and nodding their heads. They often through in some cliche about "everything always working out" but I knew most people thought I was crazy, and fair enough.
My mom flew out to help me pack up my classroom. It was really strange packing up my classroom not knowing if I would ever teach again. What do you do with handwriting black-line masters if you aren't teaching anymore?! My mom was a saint helping me in both my classroom and my house. She is the Energizer bunny.
Mom left and I was showered with sweet time with friends. My original second-grade team gave me a good-bye party for work and many people were making time with me a priority my last couple of weeks. Sweet memories to cherish. The week before I left some of my best friends threw me a going away party in Bolivar. It was so sweet. Complete with a memory book that I have looked at at least 32 times by now. An hour before the party started I received a very welcome phone call. San Marcos Unified School District wanted to know if I would work for them! Wow, such a sweet gift an hour before my party, thank you Jesus! This was the school I interviewed with back in April, I would later learn that the position was for first grade (I've been teaching second the last five years).
I suddenly had one of the big questions answered! So I packed up all of my things into a POD! Here is the crazy thing:
My friends are too nice to tell you this story. After we packed my whole everything into the POD I couldn't find my essential oils. If you aren't familiar with the oils, here are two things to know about them: they aren't very cheap and they spoil in the heat. Ya know...the heat of the California desert the POD would soon be traveling through. A quick once over from Meg who climbed into the POD turned up no oils. I needed to now waste these oils. So they unpacked the whole thing. I mean down to the last ten boxes. Found the bathroom box. Oils? Not inside. So my servant-hearted friends packed it back up. I like to think that we did it better the second time. :) Those are the kind of people I had to say good-bye to.
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