I’ve been job hunting nonstop for four years. With my nomadic life, whenever I found a job, I always knew it was only a matter of time before I’d have to pack up and leave. I always wanted to be a step ahead, preparing for the next stop in my travels. So even as I graded papers and planned lessons, I was always job-hunting, too. Always.
In every place I’ve lived (six states in five years), I’ve not only found work, but I’ve been blessed enough to stay in my chosen career field despite all my moving. Teaching is not supposed to be an easily mobile profession, and yet I’ve done it. Not all the jobs were ideal. Some were stressful and out of my comfort zone. Others were amazing and heartbreaking to leave. Continue reading