Struggles.

I can't help but struggle with my daily life at times.  The plain.  The conservative job.  The co-workers.  The mononity of it.  When I taught in New Orleans it was everyone working together, helping, supporting, giving, caring.  Here, although it feels like that at times and it is a good school, most of the time I feel very seperate and disconnected.  I find myself closing my door throughout the day and just wanting to be with my students and teach, do nothing else, but teach.  As soon as the door opens, the stress level always seems to rise.  Today was a struggle and I'm still trying to de-stress.  So as I sit here looking for some bright light at the end of a dreary day, travel comes into my mind.  As of yesterday, my plane tickets to Ireland have been purchased.  So June 11th, I'll leave this country and skip across 'the pond' with my mom and spend two weeks in a new world.  I can't help but wonder if I'll go and choose to leave and not stay here in this town.  The pay is good, the benefits good, but I don't think this is the place where I'll find peace in my life.