No regrets

I've been spending a lot of time in my new classroom.  The classroom itself does not compare to Westbrook.  It's much smaller, and not new and shiney.  The technology is lacking.  There are no choral risers and fancy posture chairs.  There is no choral library - the music is stored in file cabinets that don't shut all the way, and that I have to fight with to open.  I have twenty keyboards around the perimeter of the room, 40 old school chairs with cracks in them so kids can have their butts pinched when they sit down, and a whole lotta African drums that I don't even know the names of.  Right now those drums are in the middle of the floor - in front of my desk.  In short...I need storage space.  So...with all of the fancy schmancy stuff in Westbrook, what do I miss the most?  The storage closet. 
Don't get me wrong.  I LOVED working in Westbrook.  I loved my colleagues - especially the Music Department and the Unified Arts Team.  But I loved the Principal and Vice Principal.  I loved my students.  I don't knwo why it was time to move on, but it was.  And I was a bit concerned I would regret this decision.  But I think the fact that I only miss the storage closet should be reassuring.

I have so much more to do before students come on Tuesday.  But to be honest - I wish they would come tomorrow.  I'm ready.  I'm excited.  I'm giddy.  I'm optimistic.  I'm relaxed.  I'm zen.  I'm barely nervous (that'll come Monday night).