Back to the Bush: The Upstairs Neighbor

I wake up at 3:48am to the upstairs neighbor stomping around. The ceiling creaks and groans, the sound of grating metal filters down through the thin boards. It sounds like a brick is being shoved across the roof, and with a clatter something hits the stony path outside the bedroom window. “I think our neighbor just fell off the roof”
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Back to the Bush: The Return to Oz, Day 1

The sun peaks over distance hills, setting the Aranda bushlands aglow. As I slowly jog through the same nature reserve I was lost in a year and a half ago, it’s hard to keep my eyes on the path. Above, I hear at least five distinct bird calls. I recognize some from when I was here last: Magpies, Currawongs, Cockatoos, Rosellas. The Maggies are my favorites. Black birds with a white beak dipped in black, white along the back of the neck and a big white stripe down the wings and tail. They sing enchanted lullabies Continue reading Back to the Bush: The Return to Oz, Day 1

Bittersweet Goodbyes: Adios, St. Joe’s!

Today is my last day as the 4th through 8th grade Spanish teacher at St. Joe’s. As I prepare to leave for the next adventure, I think back to August, riding my motorcycle through Guatemala and Mexico, daydreaming of leisurely coffees, sleeping in and seeing family and friends. All too recently I was going back and forth about taking the position, nervous to jump back into teaching after having been on the road so long. I thought I’d benefit from some down-time, but quickly realized how wrong I was. In the end it was my students that helped keep excitement and joy in my daily life.

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