I got sad this morning thinking about TX.
I realized this week that I left a job I love so that K can have a job here he loves. That's pretty hard. I had a really good job teaching art in TX and I miss it. I had a whole school of kids that I knew for four years. When I started they were Kinders and if I started my fifth year they would be in fourth grade. I always thought I would stay until they graduated at fifth grade. I knew most 800 of their names. I was so proud to say I worked for DallasISD and constantly thought about my students and how I was going to teach them. My new town does not have art in the public schools which drives me crazy. K & I talked about moving here before we were serious about it and I said, "I wouldn't be able to teach. That would stink." Well here we are.
A lot of important things happened to me in TX. 2002-2011 I was really out on my own. I got my Master's degree. I realized I wanted to teach rather than work at a church. I grew really pretty and big sunflowers and roses and zinnias. I fell in love and got engaged. I got my first real job. I got my teaching certificate. I bought a house. I had a baby.
Then we move back to my home town and people ask if I'm glad to be back. Yes and no. I didn't realize I would live in TX for so long and I would love it so much. Now to answer this question:
What to do now? Start something brand new? Work at a school even if it's not art? Stay home with A (which I enjoy) but really still miss teaching?