April 14, 2011
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Wandering
I answered a student in Spanish today. This child asked me if he could have five goldfish, I told him that was fine, go ahead. But I said it in Spanish.
And I didn’t even realize it.
I started back at my old school this week. It was like riding a bike, it just clicked in my head. The kids I used to teach are all still in my class, plus some new kids who are pretty fun. Some of the old teachers are there, but there are many new ones, and I like them. A lot.
I am exhausted. Part of it is adjusting to a new schedule. Trying to re-learn running after kids for eight hours each day, getting up super early, what that looks like.
I am missing Honduras. I am learning to be here. The learning curve is killing me.
I am exhausted. Today I was listening to the radio and they were discussing the number of homeless is DFW. I thought “I’m one of those”. I have somewhere to sleep at night, a place to eat, a warm shower, a family that loves me. I am not lacking. I just have no home.
I just feel like a wanderer.
But not all who wander are lost.
“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renenwed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.”
