And I go...

After two day trips to Utah in just six days I am preparing for my third.
I feel like this is a pretty good sign that I should move there and guess what?
I AM!!
Time moved in a wierd slowly fast time warp the past four months,but the past week has just been FAST. There's been no slowing down (except in the work my students are willing to produce). Last week we viewed some houses and chose one to submit an offer on. Monday night the offer went in and Tuesday it was accepted. Wednesday my dad signed some papers and Thursday I drove to Herriman, Utah where I accepted a job and got my first speeding ticket. Today my kids walked into class totally checked out for the year and we have three weeks left. Tomorrow we are going to Utah to check out the condo and "celebrate" my birthday. Sunday I am singing in the Spanish Branch. Monday I have no idea what I'm teaching my kids. I feel like I'm caught in Charybdis!(Yeah I've been studying Greek mythology with the chicos...)In the midst of my whirlpool I was getting really worried. I mean we bought a house and I had no reason to move myself down there. I'd almost made the decision to just accept that I would be at the tire store for at least another year, then Thursday happened. Within a matter of minutes I'm laughing with my interviewers and then they stop and say, "We'd like to offer you a job. This is only the second time we've done this. We just really like you." Um, thank you?!? I'm trying to look confident but not prideful or conceited and one of them says, "Is that something you'd be interested in?" Honestly on the way down I told myself that if they offered a job I was going to ask for time to think about it because it's a Junior High. Babies. But even as I thought that I was saying, "YES!" So here I am looking at a minimum of nine more months of little chicos who think they know everything, maybe even longer, and I couldn't be happier.