6 Months Later

What is that cheesy quote from that horrible 80s movie about the passage of time? You know the one. The one  about that spoiled teenage slacker. He says,
"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.".
Cheesy. But goddamn isn't it true? 
Since February, I've relocated to Englewood and I am living solo. Paying big rent for a little five hundred square foot space. And baby, I love it. My little apartment is an oasis and I've loved the artistic expression in decorating the space. I even love lugging my laundry basket up and down three flights of stairs to go to my nearest laundromat. Maybe that is just my inner romantic loving the new pace of life.
Along with a new living situation. I now have new job. In May, I made the difficult decision to leave my second home. Notre Dame. The past six years at Notre Dame were filled with so much joy and fun. It was where I learned to be a teacher. It was where I learned to be a leader. And it was where I fell in love over and over again. I love that school. I love those kids. But, near the end there, I didn't feel like Notre Dame was the best place for me...nor the safest place for me.
My values, my passions, my concerns, my desires were not aligned with the place that I once called my home. I poured myself out for that school and, in the end, I did not feel appreciated, valued, or seen. So, I made the leap. I now work for Denver Public Schools. And it feels more like a two-way street instead of a dead end.
These past six months have been full of changes. But baby, life is an adventure and I intend to enjoy the ride.