I left Alaska the summer of 2009 to explore other places and to get my husband out of the cold. I received a call from a principal in New Orleans. Would I consider joining a team that would start a new charter school in the inner city? I flew down for an interview.
New to the city, I stayed in a small boutique hotel (translate=run down) in the French Quarter. I had a great time tooling around during the day and was warned to stay inside at night. Hmmmm But it looked like it might work. My principal was a wonderful young man who had the energy of six people. He spoke very fast and was always doing three things at once (cell phone, our conversation, and making plans).
I will write more of NOLA later, but after a 16 months, we moved to Virginia to be closer to family. I was sure that we could find a job in Staunton, Virginia. There was three cities within driving distance and it was a center for warehousing (my husband’s line of work). It was two years there with no permanent job that I realized that I was hitting a wall. There was no way to settle down in the Shenandoah Valley. It was confusing.
In desperation, I opened up the Alaska Teacher Placement site and saw that there was a job in Southeast Alaska. I have always held a special place in my heart for that area. It’s a rainforest, for those who don’t know, with the sea and the Tongass National Forest all around you; green and blue. I decided to try for it. I sent my resume and an email cover letter to the school district. I had an interview in 3 days. I had a job.