I’m about ready for them- rhythm and rhyme. The last weeks of transition have been great and full and busy and anything BUT routine. My time at the Hendersons’ last week felt, at times, like a vacation. I lived out of my suitcases, didn’t have to be responsible for much, and got to sit and chat with them for hours on end. It was a lovely introduction to the climate, time zone, the culture, and a few of the life forms that call this area of the world home (geckos, who definitely get their name from the “geck-oh” sound they make in the evenings, frogs, and assorted bugs and birds).
And then reality started. 🙂 Yesterday, Nicole (one of three roommates with whom I will share our house) and I moved in. I moved the furniture in my bedroom around, partially for the furniture and partially to make it mine. The suitcases are unpacked, decorations are partially up, and I remade my bed with the sheets I brought. Sometimes, it’s the small things that count for a lot.
I get to this I’m-done-with-summer-spontaneity-point most years, and honestly, I have since childhood. It’s just compounded by the change this year. While I could always use more time to prepare for the beginning of school, I just want it to start. I want to get up at the same time every morning, do basically the same thing every day, and know a teeny, tiny bit of what to expect.
Truthfully, I think this great internal desire for a rhythm in my life is part of the reason I enjoy teaching. Each subject, day, week, and year has a distinct rhyme to it.
I like that.
The next 9 days are here so I can get ready. Here we go!