I threw in the rag. Ditched it. Packed my bags and hopped onto a jet plane. I quit my job.
It’s weird; teaching has been my identifying mark for a while. My friend said, “Jania, you’re still a teacher. You just aren’t practicing.” This break is totally what I needed. The reality is it was time for me to move on. I didn’t want to be one of those teachers that sticks around when she’s miserable (we all know them…) I will go back to education, but it’s the perfect time for a break. Maybe the Department of Education will get it together while I am gone.
So, while I was painting a fellow teacher’s nursery, I had an epiphany. Or rather, she smacked me in the head with a reality check. After saying that I always wanted to travel, she replied, “Jania, what’s holding you back?” I realized that not one thing could hold me back now. I mean, I have bills, but…
Well, I’ve found my way back to Tennessee. It’s been years since I’ve lived here–over four. It’s like another planet here. I don’t mean that completely negative: it’s like I tell Isaac, “Life is slower here.” I am signing up to substitute teach so that I can save my money for my next big move. In the meantime, it’s the daily grind (southern style) for me! By that I mean, this is what my week has consisted of: meeting, hanging out with the Mexican nephew, cooking, hanging out with my Mexican niece.