I have 34 teaching days
left in the school year, and I am on the tail end of my Spring Break. And we
are about to make a major transition. Major. We are moving the family up to
northwest Indiana to settle in at a new job, new school, new house, and new community.
Except it isn't all that new (for me). I worked there for six years before
moving to Kentucky, and I feel like I'm moving home. That being said, moving
when you have a husband and child is a whole different ball game, and we're in
about the bottom of the fifth inning. The house is on the market (ever tried to
sell a house with a 3 year old living in it?), and we are trying to figure out
the logistics of closing up one house/job and starting another.
My best friend (who lives
there) and I were texting the other day, and she said, "I saw two women
getting ready for a run together, and I didn't even get jealous because I knew
you were coming back." We ran a 10-mile run around the lake there nearly
every Sunday for about four years. I'm realizing that I can't even write about
it here because I don't know what to say. However, I will say this. I lived
downstairs from her in a two-story apartment building, and we got to the point
where we wouldn't even talk on Sunday mornings before the run. CBS Sunday morning
would end on the television, and I would hear her door open and her feet on the
stairs, and we'd meet in the parking lot outside and head out. I moved away in
2005, and I haven't lived in a building with a second story since, but there
are Sunday mornings when I'd swear I'm still listening for the sound of her
door.
And now we get to run
again.
