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The last couple of days have been kind of surreal. I'll try to give the background info as briefly as I can.
Right now I work nights for an agency that helps kids. They provide a lot of different services. I work in one of the Residential Treatment Centers. So the kids are asleep most of the time I'm there. This agency, which I don't have a very high opinion of, is my go-to place...if I need a job to pay the rent, I can always go back there. I leave on good standing, I'm good at the job - whatever it is I'm doing at the time, and there's always the opportunity to help kids; even though the adults there make it difficult to do so.
One of the cottages/programs that used to be there was for deaf kids. I worked there at 4 different times for a total of maybe 6 years or so. I spent a lot of time in that cottage. I learned a lot about myself, other people and life in general. I experienced just about every emotion possible in that building (yes, even
that one).
But I'm a different person since the last time I worked there. Sure, I am back at that agency...working nights...but I've run for public office, twice. Done a lot in the community and am about to (hopefully) make a little change in my life that will take me down a completely different path than I intended.
Well, the agency is renovating buildings on campus and the other night, the people in our cottage were moved, indefinitely, to my old stomping ground. So Friday night I found myself working alone (not counting the sleeping kids) in this place I had spent so much time in, in what seems like a lifetime ago.
The thought of me just going around in one big circle kept popping up, but I know that isn't realistic. It was just an unexpected twist. If a year ago you asked me if I'd be doing overnights in this cottage I would have said you were nuts. I'm not sitting there at night thinking that I'm going nowhere - I know that this overnight gig is a temporary thing to pay the rent while I retool my professional life. But it's just weird walking into that building again. Quick glances at certain things/rooms remind me of people who have been out of my life for a long time.
It would be like going back to your high school to take a class. It's just a little weird.