Yes, you read that right. I'm moving. For many reasons, the most important one being that I met the love of my life and I need to be near him. Secondly, I'm VERY tired of teaching. Burned out. And have been for the past couple of years. So, it's time for a change. I won't get into the work related stuff, it's not important. I can say that I'm leaving while I still have a little self respect in what I've done with the kids. I've seen many teachers just hang on till retirement - not happy, not excited about what they're doing, not enjoying the kids, not enjoying their colleagues, and pretty much miserable over all. And instead of becoming one of them (which is probably my biggest fear), I decided to let teaching go. Try other things with my life. Be with someone who just loves me and all my faults. And start over.
David and I met online (I know what you're thinking - match.com, but NO!!!) on a knitting site, menwhoknit.com. Yep, he's an amazing knitter. I had e-mailed him just to tell him how much I liked something he wrote in response to a very scathing post on "decorum". He wrote back to thank me for writing to him. Then the next day I got another e-mail from him:
"I was looking at your knitiot blog and see that you are a musician and like opera. Are you busy on Sept 22? It’s a Monday but can you maybe get away? I have 2 tickets to opening night of the Metropolitan Opera. Would you like to have dinner with me and go to opening night? I know you live a ways from NYC, but… opening night? Renee Fleming? Dinner with a tall, fair, and balding man?
Hope you can say yes, David"
I read this over and over for about 15 minutes, and decided, "What the hell, why not make a new friend and go to the opera?" After I said yes, the e-mails and phone calls back and forth were rampant. Several each day, and we pretty much laid the groundwork on what I thought would be a lovely friendship, if nothing else. So, September 22 came, and we met, and there were sparks and fireworks and all that good stuff - even flowers at Penn Station where we met for the first time. So, it was a great first date (well, it actually lasted three days...). The opera was amazing, the places we ate were wonderful, and of course, the company was just easy and comfortable, and even better than I expected. Besides the Opera, we went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to see the Van Goghs, and various other sites of NY. At the end of the trip, being a wise guy as I sometimes tend to be, I said "This was a great first date. What do you have planned for the second?" And with out a beat he says "Madama Butterfly". I said "What, here in NY?" He said, "I already have the tickets!" Needless to say, I was speechless for about 15 minutes (yes, it can happen!!), and as we were walking down the street, he starting to pinch my arm and say over and over again "Do you believe it now? Do you believe it now???"
So, we met again in New York before Thanksgiving, then again over the Christmas holidays, and once more later in the winter. In all, we saw 10 production at the Met (and even if your not a big opera buff, you MUST go! It's magical!), and visited many museums. And keep in mind, he was flying in from Oregon! So, it wasn't just the opera that kept him travelling! Tee Hee!
At Easter, I flew out to see him and meet the family (and they're just a wonderful bunch of people!), and we spent a week in Hawaii, which was really just amazing! Then in May he flew out to NY for the Men's Spring Knitting Retreat, and I flew out to see him in his first concert with the Portland Gay Men's Chorus in June. He was awesome, and SO proud! And I was so proud of him! After the school year had ended, I decided that it was indeed time to make a change, so I got an apartment, and I'm off to the other side of the country.
So, the summer has been filled with purging the apartment, throwing things out left and right, a very successful garage sale, and I'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel as far as packing is concerned.
And I feel that it IS the right time for a new beginning. Especially with David.
*There. That should make Ted a happy boy... LOL!*