( disclaimer – I found this picture of the ducks on the internet. I am only using it due to relevance.)
I have recently moved back in with my Dad after my Mom passed away in May. I got here the first of July and it took just about a month to get the stuff I planned on having in the house arranged, getting storage for the rest of my stuff and settling in.
What is settling in anyway? Here I am, August 17th and I am just now finishing in on getting all my things in the house. And, I still have a storage locker full! Full!
I wanted to try to get a job with the school systems here, since I worked pre-k in Nashville. No such luck! I don’t know who you have to know or what you have to know, but it’s un penetrable. I went to work with special needs children in 2008. I absolutely love it. There is no greater satisfaction that anything has ever given me. I started wondering if I would be able to continue, but felt that maybe it wasn’t in the cards.
Then Dad and I were at the shop where he gets his car fixed because my battery was dead. Dad parked in a lot right next to the shop while I told the mechanic what it was doing.
When I got out to the car Dad said, “Look!” pointed directly out the window to the business next door to the garage.
I looked out the window and saw a sign for a non profit center that caters to, lets call it children in need. ( special ed) This center keeps infants to five years old.
In 1984 I gave birth to a little girl born with birth defects. Her name was Audrey Ann Burnette. She came into the world with an extra chromosome in the 18th set. Rendering her incapable of sucking, she had a hole in her heart, cleft palette. Anyway, bottom line was that she would not live long. Someone told me that they were surprised she made it into the world at all. At her heaviest she was 5 pounds.
This center was where Audrey went during the 3 to 4 weeks we got to have her at home. These people took care of my Angel. And, they did an excellent job that I was always enormously grateful for.
I told Dad to drive down their driveway. He did it without even one hesitation. I went into the center and asked about a job. The lady at the front desk was a nurse. She gave me the card of the lady I needed to contact about a job.
I immediately went home and sent an email to the center with my resume and cover letter attached. I then went into their website and sent another resume to their job line.
After speaking to several people and sitting down with the lady responsible for hiring parapro’s for their center, three days later I was employed.
Not quite a month home and at the age of 58, I already have a job. Call it kismet if you like, but I believe that nothing more perfect could have happened.
So, now to date… I am for the “most part” moved in. Although every day I think to myself about something that isn’t here. I think about 32 years of marriage and raising 2 children and how much stuff you have when you are done. Mom and Dad had 63 to cram stuff into this house. The two are having a hard time meeting.
I have met with many of my old friends from high school for dinners, lunches and coffee. It’s so much fun catching up. Thirty nine years is a lot of catching up to do.
I have successfully finished setting up my “studio” and have now started actually producing some art. “Yay!” I really didn’t think my creative juices would start moving again this soon.
And, ” I have a job!”
Don’t get me wrong, I am not stupid enough to believe all the excitement of moving is completely over. But, I am definitely on my way.