Though I've never felt graceful when it comes to change, I've realized that when when thrown into unknown and completely foreign situations I feel alive and exhilarated.
After graduating last May I spent six weeks in Houston for the Teach for America summer training. After completing the institute I spent about three weeks at home in Cheyenne with the family. Then we packed everything up and my dad and I drove through Colorado and Texas in a U-Haul truck. We literally drove from one corner of Texas to the opposite corner. My apartment is in McAllen, about 15 miles from the border. I teach in Donna, which is a little city on the outskirts of McAllen. My apartment has a pool, a gym and palm trees everywhere. It's hot and sunny and the people are wonderful.
I chose to come to the Rio Grande Valley because of the cultural, linguistic and international qualities and complications that line the border. I've been settled here for about four weeks, and I've been teaching for two weeks. I am completely content. And I miss Wyoming.
No comments:
Post a Comment