The small ranch house was still mostly empty inside, but Amy was finally feeling at home. As she stood in the kitchen, soup heating in the microwave, she took stock of how she had gotten there.
Two years ago, she had gotten her bachelors degree, and teaching certificate, ready to find a job in a middle school or high school, focusing in the sciences. At the end of the recession, teachers were being laid off and not hired, so it was a great struggle to find a job. Amy had spent the last two years sending out resumes, living at home with her parents and doing a lot of substituting work.
After long last, she had gotten a job about two hours from home, to start in September. Deciding to get settled early, she had searched and found a small rental home about 10 minutes from her new school, just the right size and in great shape.
She didn't have any furniture yet, but there were paintings on the walls, her clothes in the closets, and she felt at peace. Her own space, for the first time in her life.
Amy took her soup out into the cool evening, the sun still up, but fading, and sat on the patio chair left by the houses' owner. She looked over at the neighbor's yard, seeing the silhouette of a tall woman, very slender, but with an obvious babybump. As the woman turned, Amy saw a sad look on her face. Amy couldn't help but offer the woman in the distance a smile, hoping it would be returned.
Two years ago, she had gotten her bachelors degree, and teaching certificate, ready to find a job in a middle school or high school, focusing in the sciences. At the end of the recession, teachers were being laid off and not hired, so it was a great struggle to find a job. Amy had spent the last two years sending out resumes, living at home with her parents and doing a lot of substituting work.
After long last, she had gotten a job about two hours from home, to start in September. Deciding to get settled early, she had searched and found a small rental home about 10 minutes from her new school, just the right size and in great shape.
She didn't have any furniture yet, but there were paintings on the walls, her clothes in the closets, and she felt at peace. Her own space, for the first time in her life.
Amy took her soup out into the cool evening, the sun still up, but fading, and sat on the patio chair left by the houses' owner. She looked over at the neighbor's yard, seeing the silhouette of a tall woman, very slender, but with an obvious babybump. As the woman turned, Amy saw a sad look on her face. Amy couldn't help but offer the woman in the distance a smile, hoping it would be returned.