This morning is dark and rumbly and rainy. The perfect morning to sleep in late. I’ve had nine hours of sleep. I’m good. I like listening to the rain outside; it reminds of the days we would pray for in Cayman. Cool mornings full of clouds and fat raindrops that, if they poured heavily and quickly enough, could cancel school. Then, if I was lucky, I could sit at home and watch tv, listen to music, or read my books all day long. Yes, days you lived for in the Cayman Islands.

Now I’m here in Farmland, Indiana, listening to the thunder rumble over the house I share with my husband of almost five years. Those facts alone serve to amaze me. I’m living in Indiana. I have my own house. I’ve been married to Ben for almost five years. It’s all still somewhat surreal, all the dreams that have come true for me in the past 11 years since I left home for college.

I’m 28 years old. I have a Bachelors of Science in English Education and a Masters of Art in Literature. I have been teaching full-time for five years and now I’m trying to think of what I could possibly enjoy doing other than teaching. I have said it before: I am an English major who teaches. The subject matter is my first love. Don’t get me wrong, I truly do enjoy teaching the nuances and allegories and everything of higher level literature. Perhaps I shall try to teach college classes someday, or private tutoring.