Well, now that I have written (in the previous post) one of the most potentially depressing poems thus seen, I will try and be a little more upbeat. Also, I don't want my dear mother thinking that I need my darkness of spirit numbed by Zoloft, and after my last poem, I may be two-stanzas-involving-cutlery away from her flying out here and popping the pills into my mouth herself. The truth is that, at present, life is going bewitchingly well.
So, naturally, I am greatly concerned.
To begin, it seems that on my drive to work there have sprouted the most delightful tufts of purple and yellow flowers that make even my brooding heart liven. It is like one of those Little House on the Prairie scenes (minus the toll road) that make you want to frolic in a pettycoat or something. Also, the weather is warming at an alarming rate. I have brought out sandals and my Thai elephant dresses in order to avoid sweating like an ape while basking in the unreasonable Texas sun.
On Saturday, there was even that perfect smell of sunscreen that shivers into your nostrils and takes you back to the summer of 1992.....but I will not go there now. I will, however, relay that I have been 'verbally' offered a position for next year at the middle school I work at. Now, for those of you who either don't watch the news, talk to humans, or read my blog (teacher-bitch post was a few weeks ago) then, shame on you, it's bad out there for teachers and you should be buying us cookies or something! For the rest of you, thank you for your awkward smiles and sighs at how America's great educators continue to get snubbed. Boo. But, it seems that my school is just crazy enough to let me back and with a full-time position, so I won't have to continue to by WIC food products or be asked by students as to why I show up at school so late every day. It makes me feel perpetually like I am not a 'real' teacher, which sometimes is correct, like when they ask me about after-school specifics and I am left clicking wildly at my school inbox trying desperately to remember when soccer tryouts are. Awesome. But, now I will be there in full and surely will finally be forced to administer standardized testing!
There is also the addition of certain new people into my life. Some of these are friends that have surfaced in peculiar but perfect ways and that I now adore so much that I wonder at how I survived without their little adorable ways. They are the kind of people that stand, in a room-full of lying complacents, and you can't help feel their greatness of character. One in particular will be joining Heather and me contractually for next year. Of course, by this, I mean we will share a magical house with a garden worthy of any well-polished gnomes' attention (for the un-polished ones are quite ill-trained on such matters). With these new friends, I must boast that we have been gallivanting to trivia, restaurants, pools and other jolly activities that are enough to make me even more broke and slightly euphoric from all that beer. There may even be other new additions to my life but, I will stop here, and you will just have to wait for the footage from my reality TV show (please disregard this joke if you have not signed the waiver to appear on my show).
So, in case the addition is too jarring, we are now tallying a new job, perfect weather, wildflowers and being surrounded by new, enchanting people. Now, my parents being accountants and all, I can add things up pretty soundly and I say, "Kristen, just breathe, for this is a time in your life where things soar and you must keep your arms spread wide if you wish to take that wind for all it's got."
So here I am, in Texas (how did that happen?), somehow living a city life, and you know what? I think I just might be soaring.
Love it. Love you.
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