I miss my family. I miss the way things once were. Where I used to love being home all by myself, curled up with a good book or engrossed in a new movie on TCM. I miss having my own schedule, that changed daily based off of the needs of that particular day. I miss being able to go over to visit my friend and being able to spend the night, chatting about our dreams for the future and giggling into the late hours about things we still giggle about today. Things certainly have changed.
And yet I love the present. I love that I have a classroom of my own. That there are students who come every week to see me, hear what I have to tell them, and hopefully gain something from being under my tutelage. I love that I live an unconventional life with roommates in all different phases of life. I love that my friends are here, there, and everywhere. My only wish is I could have them near me all the time...
I miss how things once were, but I also know that my life today depended on those moments and events from the past to make me the person I am presently, and if I remained there, in the past with things as they once were, my life would be stunted. Instead, I grow. I stretch. And I take time to miss the things of the past, so that I might enjoy all the more my life in the present.
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About Me
- Betsy W.
- A small town midwest educator, trying to figure out the mysteries of life through the help of the students who enter the door of my classroom and heart.
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