My right arm.

The move was good as it could be considering the circumstances. I had a fabulous day which included serving Boston for one last time, seeing beautiful skylines, being treated to a girly-day at the nail salon, just being with my best friends, and having help to the airport. Once I got into the airport, I felt the walls crumble a bit, though. Strangely, I did feel a (proverbial) comforting arm around me and it said, "I'm with you." But of course, when that arm is placed around you, you want to cry into it. I held it together. It was just what needed to be done. Normally, the airport is a busy, cold place. For the first time in the Logan Airport, I had so many friendly people offer assistance for my bags and conversation. It was really nice. I don't believe it was a coincidence since, well, I don't believe in coincidences.

If it weren't for that extroverted little girl and her mom in my row on the plane, my flight would have been miserable. Somehow this small fifth grader drew me out of my head to help me focus on what I have to do by her questions about everything. I saw her reading a new book I hadn't heard of before... "Katie Kazoo, Switcheroo." I asked her about it and if her friends really liked the books because I'm trying to build up my classroom library. That somehow went into a conversation about my classroom. She started giving me tips on what I should do with my second graders and then her mom chimed in with what she remembered of her daughter's second grade experience. It was really touching actually. His Goodness comes in many different forms...

I can't say the evening ended well. Let's just say my anxiety towards policemen surfaced and intensified. But again, His Goodness comes in many different forms...

At least I get to see C this coming Friday and go to a bookfair with Miss EB this Sunday.

New teacher training starts on Tuesday at 7:30am. I'm so glad Miss P will be there with me. I do have someone I can face this with. Our school (CP) also sent us schedules for next week and what to expect when we get there... I love schedules.

I'll be fine eventually. I always am. It's just the initial reaction. I used to move every year from when I was five years old until college (no wonder I want to settle down somewhere), but this is by far the hardest move I have ever made, especially since my core knows I'm not meant to stay in Virginia for the long-term.

Moving away from my soul's family is like when your right arm has been amputated. It's painful and downright frustrating at first. But as time goes on, you learn to write with your left hand and do everyday tasks in a new manner. You adapt. You embrace a new life and might even start to cherish the change. Your right arm will always be missing and will always remind you of its absence... but life has to go on. It has to... no matter how much you miss writing with your right hand...

- Miss Chelsea