Sad in the City

I really miss the school I worked at last year. I miss how much it made sense, how amazing the people were there, how pleasant and happy it was. Hindsight shows me that I didn't have stressful day there, period. My classroom felt like a home to me; my administrator recognized the hard work I was doing. I actually got to use the copy machines and had enough resources to teach and do my job. The focus was on important things, and the minor stuff was put to the side to worry about later or never. I had no idea what I was walking away from. I miss everything about it, everyday.

I do have to say, I love my commute here though. I see the sunrise each morning for a brief moment as it begins to touch the city... and, at the end of the day, I see the sun set behind the sky scrapers and the Brooklyn Bridge. Kansas has beautiful sunsets, but this, it's completely different... shocks and amazes me every time I see it. I still cannot believe that I, a girl who grew up on a farm and went to an elementary school in a town the size of the school I work in now, am living in New York City.

O and get this for a different life, dealing with something as simple as what my students live in. As I was thinking about the differences between my students and the Kansas students we've started writing Pen Pal letters to, I wondered how many of my students lived in apartment buildings... turns out, every single one of them do. When explained that all of my students last year and most likely all of our pen pals lived in houses with yards, they were SHOCKED! They couldn't believe it was even possible!