Chugging right along over here. As you can imagine, I've been up to my eyeballs in stuff to do in preparation for my move. Next Tuesday is my last day in the classroom, and I'm attempting to have everything so perfectly squared away that I can head out bright and early on Wednesday morning, thus beating all the 4th of July traffic and back in Texas by midday on Thursday. We'll see how that pans out. I'm raising my eyebrows with that doubtful look on my face as I type.
It's tough saying goodbye to this place and the people I've come to hold dear. I just have to keep reminding myself that no matter how hard it is, ultimately it's the right thing to do. It's scary, for sure, but everything I've ever done that was scary turned out to be a positive experience in the end.
Because it's a little late in the summer to get a teaching job for fall (I've hardly seen any advertised), I'm putting my hat in the ring for a boatload of library positions. I'm also scurrying to get my application in to the University of North Texas so I can start part-time on a Library Science degree in the fall (online). I feel really good about it, and unlike my other degrees, I'm not really in too big of a rush this time. I'm going to put my toes in the water, see if I like it, and go from there. I've also applied for some writing, marketing, PR and HR jobs in the Dallas area.
Lordy, I have eight miles of books to clean out, organize, and pack. A good bunch of them will be going on the "free stuff" cart here in the English department. I hate getting rid of my lovely books, but some I will NEVER read, and there's only so much room in the back of a Prius--even if the seats are folded down.
While I'm off trying to get myself organized, check out this week's Bibliobuffet. My piece is on the role of reading in relation to grief. It's probably the most personal piece I've written for them.