delete, undo, redo, etc

I'm moving into Lindsay's. They need a subletter for four months, and I need new walls to stare at. I've lived in this place for a year and a half, so time to move on. Even besides the cold, the mice, the strange variety of roommate memories, I feel I need a new start. It'll be a weird cramped new start, because I'll be living on Lindsay and Scott's futon for a few weeks while they get ready for their own adventure, but it'll be fun, and Strathcona is nice, and different. Two words on the "do not use" list in both my classrooms. But for reals, I recently read in the Globe and Mail that studies show people who often change things up are the happiest.

So then I'll hang out there for four months while I complete my first year of almost no sub work because I'm happy to report I now teach a grade 4/5 class two days a week, and a grade 6 class another two days a week. Bonus, having two jobs part-time, since I can wave goodbye on Tuesday to my crazy little ADHD kids and then wave goodbye on Thursday to the staff that's proving difficult to get to know. And I get to teach lots of science, between the two schools.

However, I'm fairly sure living alone will be a challenge. Even though I don't like the situation I'm currently in, it's nice to talk to a human after work everyday. But Dave promises to come over, and I can finally say I am the Elaine to his Jerry. I haven't felt this content about us in eight years. Sometimes fall-outs create stronger friendships elsewhere. My pity party heart still hurts from what I see as being twice rejected - romantically with one person and friendship-wise with another - over the past month and a half, but it's refreshing that it's little chunks and not some old drone of lonely jealousy.

And to top it all off, I came clean with my folks. It all just spilled out at Sunday brunch. I started blubbering away about living with the guilt of being a loved one they think is going to hell and all the girls in my family started to cry. Everyone agreed that they don't think of me like that, and all they really want is a relationship. So little by little, I'll get to know them.

I know I close off every blog post like this, but can't you all write about yourselves in such detail? I don't want to be the only self-obsessed nut.

So if you're still reading...consider joining me on this: I want to sign up for singing lessons, and for that adult beginner ballet class, and the bar workout at Mount Pleasant, and guitar lessons. Why not try it with me...