My search for community will soon lead me to another town, but during the past two weekends, I've been enjoying Marion and my friends here.
I'm going to try to keep these connections alive. I told Centro Unido that I still want to be a part of the board. And besides, Jalapenos is in Marion!
Matt and I will move to Brevard, NC on Saturday. Matt's been talking about the town ever since I've met him, so we finally have a chance to try it out. Overall, people are leaving the county and Floridians are coming there to retire, but development is contained by Pisgah National Forest to the west and the French Broad River floodplain to the east. We've dreamed of a small, vibrant town where you could run up into the mountains from your back door, and like an answer, we learned of the grand opening of the Bracken Mountain trail system while we were looking for housing. And then a house became available for rent one mile from there! (It's also only one mile from Matt's school and one mile from downtown.)
I'll be the one commuting, but it's a scenic country drive, and I already like my school, principals, and the challenge of my work. Next week, I'll be at an AP Institute to prepare for teaching Calculus. I'll also teach a section each of Algebra I and Pre-algebra. Between classes I will figure out, coordinate, and grow the AIG program. It is a lot, but during my interview, I realized that everyone was practical about it. I like the possibilities for sure.
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