I title this post old/new because of where I am right now. I am back to where I started, where I grew up. This is not at all a bad thing. There have been many things in my life, may adventures that have brought me back here. I lived in London for two months and fell in love with the people and the city. I then packed up my life, packed it all in my Xterra, and moved to Arizona . I only knew one person there and really had no idea where my school was. I just knew that I wanted to experience something new and different. Different then the life I had known in Jamison. New, where no one knew me, where I started over. Two years went by. I met some pretty amazing people that I will cherish forever. I got the experience I needed to succeed here in my teaching career. I honestly had so much fun.
But a part of me was still back east, back at home. Any one who knows me knows that my family and I are extremely close. The ease that I feel at my parents’ house is like none other. No matter where I have lived I have always felt like this was home, this was where I have always belonged.
So here I am back in Jamison, living at home and working for my Dad. Don’t get me wrong I love working for my Dad, I know all the ins and outs of his office. We work well together. But I know I need to be teaching, I want to be teaching.
So my mission now is to find a job. I have applied to as many places as I can. I’m working my butt off. This is just a very horrible time to be looking for a job. People ask me why I moved here if I had a job in Arizona . My answer is because I missed the east coast, family and friends. Everyone out there reading this throw out good vibes for me. I need all the help I can get.