Packing up Preschool

I finished packing my office today. I'm no longer a preschool teacher. It was a dream job! I invented it myself, got to set up my own classroom, make all the rules. I loved (almost) every minute of it. But Chris and I both decided a year ago that this should be my last year. And I'm ready to move on, but I am so sad to be leaving this beautiful classroom that was all mine, and the sweet little darlings whose laughter filled it every day (not that they were always darlings!)

I didn't realize when we made the decision to stop teaching at First Steps that I would be leaving more than my classroom this year. The next time I teach it will be in Ontario, and I'll have a whole new system to learn! Scary, but a little exciting. I think I'll stick to volunteering in my kids' school for a while and go back to the world of teaching big kids next year.

The Journey Begins

Here we go. We've broken the news to the kids. We've wiped their tears and promised they will make even better friends in their new city. We've told all our parents and made them promise to visit our new executive guest suite. We've even started looking for a cottage so we can hold onto a little piece of home and know that it's waiting for us next summer.

I've started cleaning like mad so we can put our home on the market. I'm going through the motions of making this move. But my heart isn't in it yet. My heart is in New Brunswick, and I expect it will stay here for a while after my address changes.

But this is where I will document my change of heart. This blog will follow my journey to the place that will become my new home. I know that someday London will feel like home. I know this because the three people who make home to me (no matter where I am) will live there. And that is really all I need.