My job isn’t perfect. Most aren’t. I’d like more money. Most people do. I’d like a lighter teaching load. That goes without saying. But I decided a while ago that I didn’t want my primary identity to be through my job.
The photo above is a simple shot of the world through my front window. I’m not sure there are many jobs for which I am trained and suited that can outstrip having that view available. There are plenty of other reasons for wanting to live in a place, and the job should be in support of living in a place that makes everyone in your family feel right. So, that said. I’m really happy here. Who knows what that’ll mean in the future, but for now, we’re very happy.
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Pretty much one hundred per cent off topic, but this.
Until the last sentence, you use “I”. In the final sentence, you move to “we”. Excellent.
Dammit. Now I’m missing Utah.
A tidge.