So I am in the middle of searching for a new apartment. I found out a few weeks ago that Brittany is moving out, which means I am moving down to a one bedroom. The really strange thing is, that in searching for something as simple as a new apartment, I am beginning to plan out the next year or so of my life. Which is up with the clouds. . .
I really feel that my time here is done. My friends are going different directions, the heat is starting to make me crankier than ever, when I reach my goals for the year, I feel that the school will no longer need me. The reason I am here this year is to move my kids out of ELD. End of story. No discussion. I will work with all my heart to achieve this, but them my time is over. In addition to all this, I miss my family and friends back home more than imaginable. I have never even held my new niece, and won't see her until she's over 3 months old. I am truly struggling to keep going, it's merely the thought of seeing my kids every day that makes it worth getting out of bed. Ironic how my first year, my kids were the ones making me want to stay IN bed! My how things change.
2 months in, 8 months to go.
