Change is good, right? I’ve always thought so. As an Army brat, it taught me adaptability when my father was stationed again and again in a new state I’ve embraced it in my professional life, too, having taught five different grades in three major school districts during my fourteen year career. But these past few weeks I’ve discovered that change can come around so suddenly that it leaves you reeling.
You see, my husband’s employer reassigned him to the Central and South American region, which necessitated a move back to his hometown of San Antonio. Sounds okay, right? But when I found employment in a school that ramped up three weeks before the rest of most of Texas started, things began to change. The students of the small, private, Christian school I am now working at have been in school now for four days. My learners mostly hail from a high poverty area of San Antonio, but their circumstances certainly don’t keep them down. The students in my new school are eager and hardworking kids with a deep respect for education and their elders. Their passion for bettering themselves is admirable. The faculty is also equally kindhearted. In fact, this is the warmest learning environment I’ve ever been blessed to work in.
I’m excited to see where my path leads this year with my learners, with the community I’ve aligned myself with, and with my family and their journey in a brand new city. Here’s to landing down from the tornado we’ve found ourselves in gently and with no harm done.
After all, there’s no place like home.