About a year ago, I learned that my husband was offered a job in Chicago. At the time we were living in Scottsdale, Arizona. While going home had always seemed appealing - family, old friends, familiar places, and that beautiful Chicago skyline - it suddenly seemed unnerving.
I was no longer the person I was when I left four years earlier. My priorities, perspective and life had changed. How could a new me move to an old home?
Beyond that, I couldn’t bring myself to even imagine telling my students I was leaving. They had made such an impact on my life. They had changed how I viewed the world, how I interacted with it, and how I planned to influence the world around me.
It’s difficult now to realize that it’s been a year. So much has changed. And yet hardly anything has.
As it’s still early in this new year, just like it was then, I am forced to trust that this was the road I was meant to take.