Kasey’s Not in Kansas Anymore…

The thing about my life right now is that it is finally harvest time.

Work with me people . . .  this is a metaphor.

You see, for the past few years of my life I have been a diligent but very tired and frustrated farmer. I tilled the soil. I added fertilizer. I fought frosts and droughts and pests. I did the dirty work. I fretted and worked and tired myself out.

And now, it’s time to collect the fruit from the crop I have been so carefully tending.

It is so crazy for me to believe that all the work I have done has finally brought me to this place:

I  start my very first teaching job at a school I really like on Monday morning. I get my very first crop of students on the 26th. I am a certified, employed teacher. The fast paced, high stress year getting my masters degree and the long four years working towards my dual bachelors degree have brought me to this moment. The papers and projects and midterms and finals are over, and I am here.

I am now living in my very first apartment – the first time I haven’t lived with my parents in my whole life. It is scary, and a little sad, but really freeing all at the same time.  The boy who I have been in love with for the past four and a half years and I have taken it to the next level by sharing the apartment with each other. It really, really makes me happy.

So now is the time that work and effort are paying off for me. Harvest time.

And it is amazing for me to think that this is just the beginning. How much riper will things get for me?

These are exciting times.