Unsettled

This summer I am embarking on an unsettled life, where my home varies from week to week and there is a constant back and forth on the subject of where I need to be. Over my Christmas break, while setting up projects and materials for a holiday themed family art day, I agreed with my director that I would be returning to teach another whirlwind round of art classes over the summer. However, only a couple of months later I conveniently landed myself a job that requires me to come in every weekend and be on call for other duties.

Not wanting to lose this Pittsburgh job, and being faithful to the employment back home that will help me forge a future, I have decided to go back and forth every week in order to fulfill those duties.

It being the first of the month, I am now realizing what I have committed myself to and I am nervous. There will be no days off for me until August, and by then I'll have started my last year of school. Sundays will end up being my major travel days, either hopping on Megabus or driving to Central Nowhere. Then Monday thru Thursday I work long long hours. Not a typical 9-5 job. I usually get myself to the art center around 7, realizing that I need to get a jump on preparing some insane project I had the day before. Then all the camps roll in and I am on fire, jumping from student to student, providing clay, paints, feathers, paper, anything to keep the day going and the time interesting. There is no lunch break, for I am cleaning up the room and prepping for the next 20 children to roll in. My day of teaching usually ends at 4, where I meet up with the directors and go over the day. What worked for the kids? Who needs more guidance? I noticed so and so has a problem with this person, lets find a way to get him/her to bond with another child. Then after the directors have left I am using whatever strength I have left to scrub tables raw and sweep up impossible chunks of glitter or pugging clay for the next week. When it gets dark, I finally leave.

I was certainly able to handle it last summer, but that was because I rarely, if ever, worked on weekends. Two glorious days! Nothing! Yet I am becoming older, and grasping the fact that I shall not always lead such a charmed, easy going lifestyle.

Yet despite the constant back and forth, I am excited. Everyday there will be something new. There will be no opportunity to sit around and become jittery, searching for a way to release all my energy. I'll somewhat return to the lifestyle of traveling, where my home is not constant and the people around me change frequently.

That is what I enjoy doing. Living a life in monotony is not something I desire to have at any point in my life. A constant slew of "THE NEW, THE EXCITING, THE CHANGING" is what drives me to live.

I realize this writing is not getting me anywhere through this post. It is just something I wanted to report on. I have a feeling that not many people, if anyone, read this. It's quite boring. So I apologize. I'll have something better next time.