I am a basket of stress.
We have to move. It's too expensive in Austin and it's just as expensive in the surrounding areas.
Our lease is up 7/17 and we still don't know where we are moving.
The Shane put in for a transfer a month ago and it still isn't confirmed.
They were supposed to confirm the start date today, but they rescheduled it for Monday......because they are trying to send me spiraling into a nervous breakdown.
I already gave notice to my job because I wanted to make sure they had enough time to find teachers for all my piano students.
Now...suddenly....next week is my last week of work and my students don't even know that I'm leaving yet. The school always wants to tell the students before the teacher tells them.
It's summer so I have about 7 students canceling next week and they don't even know that it's my last week. So they are going to come back the following week to find out I'm not their teacher anymore. That's fucked up.
I hate my job, but I love the school where I teach. I'm just burnt out on teaching.
And as much as I complain about teaching, leaving my students makes me sad.
I wasn't supposed to tell any of them yet, but I told one family who won't be here for the next 2 weeks. The kids were sad and hugging me. The mom had tears in her eyes. So now I'm going to have to deal with all this sadness on top of all the stress next week when I tell everyone.
I feel like I'm ready to explode.
I feel like there are so many unknowns and everything is out of place.
I feel like my mind is like spinning plates.
I don't even know what that means.
