I can't believe that I am here. This afternoon, I sat on a rock 50 feet from our campus library and watched the sun set over the lake . The lights turned vibrant colors and the sun sunk into the water, accompsanied by a chorus of crickets and a quietly babbling brook. Sitting there, I thought to myself:
I can't believe that I chose this. Isolation. Solitude. Teaching.
I'm in the middle of nowhere, alone in the world and yet during the day, before the sun sets and the world goes quiet and dark I am happy. I am more than happy; I'm elated, fufilled and busy busy busy trying to make life better and learning fun for 140 kids.
What could be better? I ask myself in the daylight. And the answer is: nothing. No place could be better, no kids could be better, no job could bebetter because these are all mine.
What could be better? I ask myself in the quiet of night, on the long and winding drive to my apt. And the answer is: home. Noah. Zelia. Ev. Jon.Randon. Sus. Liz. Jeannie. Little(s). Matt. Brian. Jerry. William. Ali. Alice. Caitlin. Kaitlin. You. Me. US. ANYTHING.
Then, I wrap my lonliness around me like a blanket. And I fall asleep missing you. And I wake to come back here, start a new day and love the kids, the chance and the life that I've chosen.
I'm here. Day and Night. And I'm doing the best that I can.
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