It was a refreshing week for me in Oklahoma, the homeland. There was an eerie difference to the visit; looking around with the eyes of a daughter returning home after 21 years as opposed to another typical visit with the folks.
I visited most of my old school haunts. Sadly, the junior high where I attended 7, 8, and 9th grades was being demolished. I'm not surprised since it was decrepit 30 years ago when I attended. I visited the new and much-improved Middle School built to replace it on the opposite side of town. I found one of my classmates working in the office there and had a nice little catch-up conversation with her.
The eeriest visit of all was the one back to my old high school. It's exactly the same as it was all those years ago with the exception of all the changes in personnel. One of our school counselors is now principal, and one of my classmates is one of the vice principals. They have an opening for a journalism teacher, and I believe I would thrive in that sort of position. The possibility of being a teacher at my high school alma mater is exciting to me. The fact that it's exciting tells me a great deal about where my journey has taken me in the past several years. I'd never have imagined that moving back home could sound so enticing. And yet, it does, and I'm ready for the move.
God is faithful.
love and grace,
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