All the roads we have to walk are winding...

I try, everyday, to feel blessed about my life. I try to recognize the multitude of instances in my existence where, if things would have turned out differently, my life (as I know it) would be completely unrecognizable.

In a lot of respects, I am amazingly lucky.

My move to Houston has been bittersweet. And I'm not shy to admit that. But in a lot of ways, I feel like I have been reinventing myself far too often. But is this it for me? Is this the final stop on the Sheri-World-Tour? I can't commit to anything that huge. And I'm definitely not ready to commit to this humidity.

When I'm not working, I feel lost. Now, don't think that I'm a workaholic. As my mom would tell it, I'm the uber-procrastinator that only gets things done after incessant nagging from her. But that's not true at all. Maybe about life, but not about work. I take my job very seriously. Problem is, it's probably the only thing I have going on that's "serious". And I don't even think I'm doing that well at it. I'm a great teacher, and the students seem to really like me, but there are only a handful of relationships I've formed at my workplace. After Buckley in LA, this is quite the change for me.

You tend to go a little "loca en la cabeza" when you spend your whole day talking to 14 year-olds.

But I digress (as if I even have a point to this...).

All around me I see life and death. Marriages and babies. But all from the periphery. For being close to 30, sometimes I feel like I haven't experienced anything at all. And yet, sometimes, I feel like I have already lived a lifetime in these 29 years.

So I'll wake up tomorrow at 4:30 and get to school by 6:30, before anyone else arrives, and try (once again) to be optimistic about my new life. Some days it's easier than others. And sometimes, I just feel like I wish I was 12 and I had all the time (and hope) in the world.