I'm moving schools and grades.
I couldn't be happier! Don't get me wrong...I love my old school. I grew up there. I had my undergrad teacher training there (I was there for 5 years). That school, the families, the teachers and staff, the community will always be my home.
Change is good. It challenges me. Change allows me to grow in ways that I didn't see coming. I'm looking forward to this change.
Change is also scary. A new building, new families, new teachers and staff. Lots of new to learn.
Yesterday I visited my new room. A KINDERGARTEN classroom, in a school that is closer to my home. It is lovely! And HUGE. And the teacher is retiring, so she is basically leaving me everything. Including the mandated rocking chair. She is so sweet.
Today I finished packing my old room and moved most of it home or to my new room.
Then I went back to my old school. Looked through my closet one more time, grabbed my fish and plants, turned off the lights, locked the door, and left.
Tomorrow I will turn in my key.
It will be a couple of months until I can get into my new space, so in the meantime, I have gathered some books and I'm ready to make some Kindergarten plans.