...And in with the new.
My dear friends, it's official: I've made the Fairhope coffee houses my place of residence over the last few months. It's only a matter of time before the trendy baristas begin to demand rent.
Ok, let's just cut to it and just pretend that it hasn't been three months since you've set your eyes on a post from me. Let's assume that I've been faithfully posting much more frequently, that your tired eyes are aching from reading my daily entries, and that there really isn't so much to catch up on. That said, and since we both know the latter has absolutely no truth to it, here's your "latest."
I've somehow been blessed with pretty much the most rewarding forms of employment. I teach ESL (English as a Second Language) to the most wonderful student every morning, and then head off to a learning center to teach some youngsters phonics, and high school students ACT preparatory material. Cool, right? Someone asked me yesterday the never exhausted question, "What do you do?" While this query used to send me spiraling into a miserable mass of anxiety and wistful wishing that I had something exciting to report, I was finally able to reply, somewhat confidently, that I teach English. Teaching these particular students, I've found, is one of the few things whose rewards can significantly outweigh the exhaustion that often accompanies it.
Despite my lack of writing on Sweet Tea and Sugar, I've actually been plugging away at a colossal writing project I began last November. More details on that in another post, but I just have to mention that creating a story from scratch, nurturing and growing it, watching it develop, is a process I'm so thoroughly enjoying.
Which reminds me of a somewhat old, but resurfacing goal that includes graduate school and working on a MFA (Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing) and a Masters in English. I would love to assist other aspiring writers and teach my most adored subject of all time, English.
Life in the south is growing on me all the time, though I can't say I've picked up the southern accent just yet. I think my husband would agree that I've gotten close to mastering it (when impersonating), but I'm pretty sure it has yet to enter my daily language. Guess I'll have to confirm that from my Californian family.
Though we're still adjusting to Fairhope, I have to admit that I haven't been anywhere with folks (there's a southern word for you) who are as consistently friendly and accommodating as the community is here. I've met more sincerely kind people around this area than I can remember - and for that, I'm so incredibly thankful.
With the heartfelt hope to become a more consistent blog writer, or blogger, if you will, I'll leave you with this: My next post will detail the most amazing Key Lime Pie that will send you scampering off to the nearest grocery to satisfy your sweet tooth (or teeth, in my case). Come back soon!
Wishing you a wonderful and restful evening.
My dear friends, it's official: I've made the Fairhope coffee houses my place of residence over the last few months. It's only a matter of time before the trendy baristas begin to demand rent.
Ok, let's just cut to it and just pretend that it hasn't been three months since you've set your eyes on a post from me. Let's assume that I've been faithfully posting much more frequently, that your tired eyes are aching from reading my daily entries, and that there really isn't so much to catch up on. That said, and since we both know the latter has absolutely no truth to it, here's your "latest."
I've somehow been blessed with pretty much the most rewarding forms of employment. I teach ESL (English as a Second Language) to the most wonderful student every morning, and then head off to a learning center to teach some youngsters phonics, and high school students ACT preparatory material. Cool, right? Someone asked me yesterday the never exhausted question, "What do you do?" While this query used to send me spiraling into a miserable mass of anxiety and wistful wishing that I had something exciting to report, I was finally able to reply, somewhat confidently, that I teach English. Teaching these particular students, I've found, is one of the few things whose rewards can significantly outweigh the exhaustion that often accompanies it.
Despite my lack of writing on Sweet Tea and Sugar, I've actually been plugging away at a colossal writing project I began last November. More details on that in another post, but I just have to mention that creating a story from scratch, nurturing and growing it, watching it develop, is a process I'm so thoroughly enjoying.
Which reminds me of a somewhat old, but resurfacing goal that includes graduate school and working on a MFA (Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing) and a Masters in English. I would love to assist other aspiring writers and teach my most adored subject of all time, English.
Life in the south is growing on me all the time, though I can't say I've picked up the southern accent just yet. I think my husband would agree that I've gotten close to mastering it (when impersonating), but I'm pretty sure it has yet to enter my daily language. Guess I'll have to confirm that from my Californian family.
Though we're still adjusting to Fairhope, I have to admit that I haven't been anywhere with folks (there's a southern word for you) who are as consistently friendly and accommodating as the community is here. I've met more sincerely kind people around this area than I can remember - and for that, I'm so incredibly thankful.
With the heartfelt hope to become a more consistent blog writer, or blogger, if you will, I'll leave you with this: My next post will detail the most amazing Key Lime Pie that will send you scampering off to the nearest grocery to satisfy your sweet tooth (or teeth, in my case). Come back soon!
Wishing you a wonderful and restful evening.
