Back in Black :P

I haven’t been on here in a while. Last time I wrote something, I was new to Texas, homesick, and concerned that I had made a mistake by moving here. But…I had just found a new job and was really hopeful that that would make the difference.  Looking back now, that made the biggest difference in the world.

I love the studio that I’m at.  The instructors are amazing, the owner is great, and I absolutely love the students.  The only “downfall” is, that through the past few years at teaching in Virginia, I accumulated many flowing, bright shirts and outfits that I have had to trade for all black attire.  As much as it makes all of us look very nice and uniform (black is very slimming and classy :P), I miss my colorfulness every now and then.  One of my current students that I took over for one of the previous instructors has since started wanting to compete in West Coast Swing.  He went to a competition weekend that I was at back in August and placed 6th out of 9th in the Novice division!  I love when my students fall in love with a dance and achieve.  It means that I have done something right!

I also found a West Coast group that I go dance at once a week, maybe twice if they have their Friday social as well.  This group also happens to be where I met my now boyfriend. He is THE BEST thing that has happened to me in a long time, with the studio being second. Sweet, caring, but with a child’s playfulness that I love. Since this is my first holiday away from family, I’m travelling back up to Virginia for Thanksgiving, and he’s already said that he will come with me. He is amazing, and I am so lucky to be able to spend all my free time with this wonderful person!

Then there was this hurricane.  I’d never been in a hurricane before, with the exception of one of the tropical storms that passed through part of the coast of Virginia a few years ago.  By the time Harvey got to our part of Houston, it was a large tropical storm, but the amount of flooding and damage was still remarkable to me.  Parts of Houston shut down for days, or weeks.  Stuart’s main road to work JUST opened up earlier this week having been flooded for almost a month.  There are still roads that are closed because of high water.  Not too many now, but still some.  One of my students who drives an ambulance sent me a picture of one of our highways after it had passed, and it looked like the ocean with a big highway sign just able to stay above the water.  The amount of love and support that was shown here in Houston was so inspiring.  Regular people going out to tear out sheet rock, empty others’ houses, and help rebuild the city, showed just how much we are able to get together and get things done.  It was amazing.

I have today off to get packed and ready for Stuart’s and my trip to Dallas this weekend.  He has a 12 mile Tough Mudder race to run tomorrow.  I will never, but I’m going for moral support 🙂  That’s more than I will ever run in my lifetime!  It should be a fun weekend (at least for me).

I hope you all enjoy your weekend, and I’ll be back soon (hopefully on a more regular schedule!)  Happy Friday!

 

 

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Things Do Get Better :)

I’m sitting here binge watching my show on Netflix, finally in a better place mentally than I’ve been in almost two weeks. Why?  I finally got a job!!  I’m still homesick, I still want to go home, but starting Monday, I will have something to do with my time that has been completely unfilled these past two weeks.

I taught ballroom dance back in Virginia, so I’ve been going around looking for the dance community down here in Houston.  So far it’s been amazing.  I’ve found some different studios to start testing to take lessons, and a few meet ups for Bachata and salsa.  One that I very much enjoy every Sunday that practices Zouk (one of my new favorite dances).  I actually should be getting ready to go, but I wanted to get my excitement out a bit.  I do very much miss my dance partner, but that will be my next quest.

I went to a dance at a new studio Friday night, and the atmosphere was amazing.  It was my first time dancing at a social in a long time, and they offered me a teaching position.  I’m pretty excited for this new opportunity.  I still miss home, but I have something to occupy my time now, make this move a little easier if I can just throw myself into work.

I had been offered another teaching position at another studio last week, but I would have had to start off teaching the children’s class.  I love watching the kids grow in their love of ballroom, but I am not a children’s teacher.  I don’t really hold their attention well, and unlike teaching adults, you not only have to have the students like you, but the parents as well.  This new opportunity doesn’t have any young students, only adults, so this is something I can be used to.

Well, I should start getting ready to leave for my Zouk group, but my point for this post is that I’m getting better.  For all of the negative things, there are always positives.  Always eventually that light in the dark.  So keep your head up, and don’t lose faith.

Happy Sunday and enjoy your week! 🙂

Is Moving Really So Bad?

My first two weeks in a new city.  I moved the 1300 miles down to Houston, Texas from Virginia and I thought I would love it.  I love the area, I love the people.  But I don’t want to be where I am.  For some weird reason, I want to be back where I was.  In the Shenandoah Valley, in my little bedroom that was just barely to expensive for me, but it was mine.  Not so far from my friends, my dance partner, my weekly and monthly dances.  None of that is mine anymore though, and maybe one day I would be ok with that, but today is not that day.

I have a few friends that write, and as far as I know, my writing is not nearly as eloquent as theirs (you know who you are :P), but I figured this was a good way to get everything out of my head.  We all know it’s not good to let things simmer in your mind.  You start to overthink, and I don’t need that.

I had no real reason to leave Virginia.  I had a job that paid my bills (albeit with not much at all left over), friends (that I didn’t see nearly as much as I should have, or wanted), a wonderful boyfriend (who mutually agreed that at the current time, we weren’t as good for each other as we used to be, but is now an amazing friend), and a roof over my head.  All in all, I was doing fine.  Not great, but emotionally very well off, but I figured a change of scenery after 25 years in Virginia would do me well.

So far the area is great, the people are friendly, and the dance community is amazing, but my friends and family aren’t here.  My lifestyle isn’t this.  This is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, and I’ve made plenty of difficult decisions.  I don’t know what I’m planning yet.  Find a new place on my own with a decent job, give it 6 months to decide if this is just a “phase”, or wimp out now, and find a way back to Virginia.  The feeling of wanting to go back is almost a physical pain that won’t completely go away.  Only while I’m dancing does it ebb enough for me to almost want to stay.

My every few days video chats with one of my closest friends has been amazingly helpful, and always having someone willing to talk to me is always great, but I miss the face to faces.

I put in four job applications yesterday, and met a few new people at a dance last weekend that I am attending again this Sunday evening.  I have a dance tonight that I hope will go well.  I haven’t found a new church yet.  I’m worried that I may not find one I liked as much as where I went back in Virginia, but all I can do is keep looking.  Anyway, the dance starts at 7pm tonight and I should be getting ready.  I’m hoping I can meet some new people and make new opportunities 🙂

Happy Friday!