The ball drops. It bounces halfheartedly in an attempt to guilt the faltering hands that juggle the remaining balls, balls that are moving so fast they are a liquid blur in the air, to reach for it and scoop it back up again.
It does not work. The ball rolls dejectedly towards and then under a dark and solid piece of nondescript furniture in the corner of the room. There it settles, collecting dust in the dim shadows. All but forgotten.
I have dropped that ball, that blogging ball, that even now whispers to me, its throat dry and parched from lack of language and attention. It has been three weeks since my last post and oh so much has happened.
We are moving back to Phoenix.
I got a teaching job!
It all started over spring break. Every year we fly down to Tucson and spend time with family and friends. Every year when we board the plane to head home we feel like we are in actuality leaving home. Husband and I have had the “should we move back” conversation for about seven years now. This time, this conversational go around, it was different, more detailed.
When we got back from our visit, I did a random search and discovered that there was a job fair taking place in Phoenix in about a weeks time. We looked at each other, cashed in all our frequent flyer miles, and nervously smiled. Lets just see what happens…Why not…We are not getting any younger..
So I flew out alone on Friday and attended the job fair on Saturday. I had prepared, researching the districts I wanted to talk to, writing a page or more of notes for each one on my yellow legal notepad along with questions to ask them. Then I memorized those pages and quizzed myself until I could keep all the information straight.
Two hours into the job fair, with three interviews behind me, I was offered a letter of intent. It was not just for any job, for it was in a district I had targeted and at a grade level I coveted.
I took it.
I will be a second grade teacher in Phoenix, AZ this coming school year and I can’t be more excited about it. I clicked with the principal and even got a personal tour of the school after the job fair.
Now for the sticking point(s): We have a house to sell, a house and a life to pack up and move. We need to find a place to live, a school for our kids to attend (if they don’t go to mine), and then there is the ever crucial medical piece most specifically for Cody. Husband has contacts and still has his current job but he needs to find one in Arizona. The list goes on. And the first day of school for me, a new hire, is July 16th. The students arrive July 30th.
And so the ball has been dropped, that blogging ball that I have so lovingly kept a soar for all these years. I am not sure I can pick it up again, juggle it again, in any relative form of consistency.
We are moving, I have a job, and life is good. I will blog from time to time amidst the boxes and flutter of chaos. I can’t wait to share with you my classroom, my very first classroom. It is mind blowing to me that I have made it. I am a teacher, if only on paper for now, with my own classroom.
As I sat in the plane heading home I peered out the window at the mosaic landscape of housing developments that makes up Phoenix and the surrounding area. I could not stop thinking that down there, somewhere in that population, were twenty-five or so children that will soon be my very first students.