It’s starting to look like this move back to Florida might actually happen. Life has repeatedly taught me the lesson about not counting your chickens before they’ve hatched, several times this year. But I signed and returned the job offer paperwork, and I’ve bought flights for a week long teacher’s conference in Michigan in June, and I am just waiting on my contract to be sent to me.
It’s a little bit crazy, really. I started talking about this job and this new school I’ll be teaching at to a couple of my friends, and it seems to have sparked their interest. Two of my good teacher friends applied to the same place after I got my offer, and today both of them texted me to let me know they’d both been interviewed and both received job offers the same day! So I suppose I could be moving down to the old stomping grounds with a couple of friends in tow.
That’ll be interesting, right?
I can’t seem to get my head around any of it – the job, the move, the friends coming too. I was very excited to live on my own and start over completely and have the freedom and independence I’ve been lacking where I am, but they’ve both proposed apartment-sharing arrangements, so it might even end up being all three of us in one place. I don’t know how I feel about that.
But I’m not even counting any of this as real until my contract is signed and things have settled more into place. (And even then, I’ll be nervous, as I’ve heard tales of teachers with signed contracts who were given a last minute “never mind.” Yikes.)
I do have to admit though, I’m pretty excited. Let’s just pray this one last effort actually turns into something.
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