a few quick notes

I'm back! Sort of anyway. Here is my short story: Two weeks ago, I submitted an application that took me six weeks to prepare to a Waldorf Teacher Training college. Last week said college had their open house. We decided to combine the trip with a visit to friends and family and left town on Thursday. That night it started to snow. Open House was cancelled, but we showed up anyway on account of having been on the road when they called to cancel. Four of us showed up and we received a very private tour of campus, lots of time with the program director, and good amounts of time attending classes. I had my interview that day (the director had not had time yet to read my full application), and I was accepted into the program. So I'll begin my journey to train as a certified lower school class and foreing languages (German) teacher this summer.

Posting has been sparse as I am trying to find that elusive money tree. Also, serendipidy has had my by the scruff of the neck and events in the last two weeks have been threatening to give me whiplash. There has been little time to digest everything the universe is throwing my way, but I hope to share more with you as time goes on.

Okay, I will share one little story: Once upon a time I lived in a country on the other side of the world. I had a good friend in high school, one who came from a family of much instability. At the end of 10th grade said friend left and we had about another year of contact before she disappeared out of my life. Last night for some reason I felt compelled to google her very unique name. What came up is that she is working with anthroposophy, guiding people through biography work. Not that this is an outrageous coincidence, but if you get ten of these kinds of events in a week, it can make you wonder just a little.....

Time for schoolwork with eldest. More math board fun, today we'll be trying to recreate the stars from the board in our driveway.

back to the future?

As some of you may know, I grew up all over the world. I came to this country in 1993 to start grad school. I owned the contents of one suitcase. I thought I'd be here for a couple of years before moving to South Africa. Umm, yeah, not so much.

Anyway, I spent the last two years of high school in England, then went to college there. I became good friends with S., a Dutch woman who grew up outside Denver. After college, our ways parted some. I left for Africa, she took a job in Brussels. We haven't been in touch regularly, but every once in a while I'd get an email that looked like this: "I'm coming to the States next week, and I'll be stopping by. Will you be busy on Wednesday?" Of course I made sure never to be busy when she came. We'd hang out for a couple of days, then she was off again and I wouldn't hear a thing until a couple years or so later. Every time we got together, it was as if we'd never been apart. Our friendship is a bit like that old sweater I love to wear: just so comfortable, you slip right in and feel at home.

Last week I got this email: "I was wondering if I can stay with you for a few days in April. I just accepted a job in Washington, DC and I need a place to sleep while I find a flat."

Wow. I am so excited! For the first time in over 15 years I'll have someone near me who has known me most of my life. Someone who can look at my life and explain to me how in her view it all fits together. Someone who remembers just why I shouldn't be left too near a bottle of tequila for too long. Someone who understands that I'm not really from here, that there will always be things about living in this country that are curious or funny or strange to me. Someone who remembers who I was before Husband and children. I cannot wait.