3:39 p.m. EST We’re about to board. Here’s the crew minus Leslie and Michelle. #wheels up.
2:45 p.m. EST Now in ATL, my city, my city.
I was feeling a kind of way because only my dad had called me to check in. And was wanting to see my family even if only for a few minutes.
Let me tell you ’bout my people.
My mom and sister surprised me, sent me a text saying they were in the airport but didn’t want me to worry about coming if the window was too tight between my flights.
Um, ya’ll. I ran out of my gate so fast.
Special shout out to fellow DC teacher Travis Bouldin for taking all my stuff while I sprinted out of the gate.
Though my family and I don’t see each other as often as we’d like, I love them and miss them and had to stop short of crying like a big baby because they know me so well. I travel a lot and love it, but really wanted to see them before I left. Yet, I didn’t want to disrupt their day. I know they work and didn’t want to say, yes, I’ll meet you at the airport, then be unable to do it.
So, along with school supplies, a grip of books to give, my clothes, resoluteness and unbending curiosity, I take the love of my family with me. Here’s a poem I wrote for the moment.
family does not say love
1:37 a.m. EST Today, I get to sleep a bit later and my body needs it. After Wednesday’s kickball game against the middle school staff, I am still a bit sore — OK, a lotta bit sore. I’ll update this post throughout the day with where we are and what we’re doing. Right now? Finished packing and in bed. #beautyrest
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