The wind has changed, temperature dropped, and nightfall is coming.
Heading home this evening, the howling wind reminded me of a similar scenario five years ago.
Along the Flint Hills of Kansas I drove my parents car to an interview at a large high school. I couldn’t afford fuel for my truck, and I was desperately searching for a school. Through the barren fields I drove. Five hours to the destination and five hours home, with an hour interview between.
The winter wheat was red, sky gray, and truly the world felt apocalyptic as the wind howled. Merely a memory now, but a fearful sensation at the time.
Life has moved on from that depressing journey, and maybe…just maybe…this coming week will grant peace to that failed endeavour.
Why is it that sunshine, warm temperatures, and the open air stirs the wanderlust within me?
Truly it’s one of the most appealing “side benefits” to education, exploring.
The mass amount of time off (Christmas Break, Spring Break, Summer Break, etc…) gives way to rapid releases of creativity. It’s hard not to be consumed too early. I’d rather live in a lower style residence and be able to travel versus the opposite. The summer alone is pointing towards Arizona and Pennsylvania to name a few. Prayers for El Salvador perhaps, and other adventures along the way. The reality is I’m designed no different than an albatross; I forcibly must be able to stretch my wings.
It’s not just the sunlight, it’s the hours that pass each day wondering when I’ll soar again. I’m so blessed to allow my energy and creativity to flow throughout the school day; I love giving back what I’ve learned.
It’s only that from time to time the innate stirring of the soul-filled waters that cause my heart to reach for lands unknown.
Too much coffee.
13 miles from home. Stopped at my parents house to feed their cats. New…issue…has developed with my age, I’m assuming. I now get car sick. Darco has to take over the driving due to my nausea.
On a positive note check out how much a full, 500+ mile, tank of fuel cost!
Kids running around, pies are made (including a beautiful, gluten free pumpkin pie by Darco), and lunch is served. T-minus thirty minutes before the naps begin.
Happy Thanksgiving from these wonderful turkeys!
Tofu devoured (ish).
Clothes laid out.
Darco and I are heading south tomorrow for Thanksgiving, back into the region of the world that I tend not to have the fondest memories of. Regardless though family resides in the region, so where family is thereto we shall be. It’ll actually be the first time that Darco will be meeting some individuals on MC’s side of the family. I’m sure it’ll be an exciting day, the family hasn’t really gotten together in a group like this since my grandfather died in 2007, so I’m sure there’s been several adjustments within the family. Facebook keeps us all informed on everyones business. Interestingly enough though, and the random note of the day, there will be nearly a dozen people there that were, are, or will be in involved in the education system in some magnitude. That’s the family in the a nutshell, a bunch of teachers (and a few other random folks). Jim and I found that fascinating this evening.
More tomorrow for sure, but for now I suppose it’d be wise to get some rest.
…and let that tofu digest…