Airport-Shannon

 We are at the airport nearly four hours early – because that’s how Justin rolls. I forgot my extra pair of gloves and the pillows on the couch were not straightened when we left the house. That’s been bothering me for the last two hours. I’m also fairly certain that Howie has chewed a hole through a window at this point. He was not pleased to be left so unceremoniously this morning. He’s also upset that the couch was straightened.

I’ve been thinking of teaching overseas for a while now, and it was at about this time last year that I learned about the UNI Fair Of course it was too late to register, but I resolved that I would attend in 2014. It was a blessing that I had to hold off a year, which allowed me to begin relationship with Justin. I wonder if he had any inkling that in a mere eight months later would be agreeing to abandon his life as he knew it and embark on an unknown journey with me. (Why is it that all boarding agents have heavy Spanish accents? It’s very distracting).

I’m looking forward to a fresh start somewhere new. While I love my Freedom Middle School family I’m afraid I’ve grown cynical towards our public education system.  I feel my spirit is in need of reinvigorating and I’m hoping that an international school, without the overbearing influences of political agendas and superfluous testing upon testing, will provide an ideal setting to renew my choice in education. (Also , I’m a little alarmed at how easy it was to bring needles through security. Like, I don’t even think they noticed I had them. Too worried about suspicious baby formula and hazardous hand lotions I suppose…)