Just under 2 weeks ago (already 2 weeks, wow) I moved to Bozeman, Montana for a teaching job.
The first week I was here was spent with Nathan and Koda, getting to know the area. I also spent that week at the school I'm working for. I walked into a situation where the previous band director and I have completely different organizational styles, and so it seemed like there was a lot to do. I spent most of those days cleaning, organizing, and trying to figure out what I was going to do.
Last week was all PIR days at the school. Those involved a learning curve that was steeper than any of the mountains around here, meeting the staff (who all seem fantastic), and working on the classroom. I feel so thankful to be at the school I am. The Superintendent, the Principal, and all of the staff are exceptionally welcoming and supportive of the music program. I feel so lucky.
My parents came up this weekend with a U-Haul full of stuff from South Dakota. I'm not good with "Good-Bye's" in general. Normally I just get really awkward and walk away quickly. But, with parents, it's more a tear-jerker situation. I love them and am so thankful for their support.
That's all I'm going to say, because words aren't going to do any justice.
Now, I'm sitting at Rockford Coffee with Nathan, writing a blog while I should work on lesson plans. Really, I'm just trying to process this entire transition. It's quite a lot.