Friday, May 13, 2011

The Westward Movement


Saying goodbye to a teary-eyed daughter at the airport kiosk leaves me a little weepy myself, but the buzz of activity, continual laughing puppy tied to the neck support display (really? Someone would pay $19.99 for that level of annoyance), and the reminders to watch my belongings at all times is helping to keep the forming tears from spilling over the lower rim of my eyelids.

Today I have sent emails, made phone calls, met a colleague for coffee, and revisited photos of my beloved School of Ed friends before sending a group shot taken my last time with them just two short days ago... Of course this has all been selfish on my part-a need I have to hang on while the clock ticks on, ever closer toward Gate 26 and my new teaching opportunity. I am thrilled to remain a remote part of the faculty and excited about this new virtual venture, but I am anxious and sad, yet happy to finally be with my husband! I know both of these powerful emotions will subside with time and experience, but for now I feel a bit numb as though it is not really happening.

This blog is for me and for anyone else who finds themself writing a similar chapter in life. The virtual teaching journey begins...gate 26 is boarding all passengers...final call...

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