"I will go East," she said, then giggled nervously and looked wistfully at the sunset over the bay.

I'm excited. But also scared. Sad. Dreamy. Reminiscent. Worried. Giddy. Stressed.

I've never lived east of the Rockies. I LOVE the idea of snow in winter. HATE the idea of humidity. Not so sure about the so called "mountains" they claim are in New Hampshire and Western MA. How can it be a real mountain if it's only 6000 feet high? And what about Mexican food??!!
But there are sooooo many things to explore. And places to see. People to meet and learn from. Photos to take. This is an adventure. I miss everyone already.

The 13 year olds were nice compared to 12 year olds!

They just keep getting worse. Well, maybe they are just hormonal. It is spring afterall. And they'll be 8th graders soon enough (though not soon enough for my tastes-- the school year is soooooo long). This group of little angels is more of a gang. They have secret signs and codes. They rally each other to stick up for the injustices of cruel and unreasonable adults (teachers). Yeesh. I don't think middle school is my place. Though I do like that I can concentrate on just one subject. I'll someday figure out my calling, but I haven't yet done so.