Changes...

It is no secret that I don't adapt well to change. Especially when it is a change that I didn't want, or have any control over. Things like going from changing diapers to having a child who uses the restroom...I can get on board. No problem. But other things are harder.
The budget cuts in my school district are awful. There is no other way to describe it. They have cut ALL the school librarians in the elementary and middle schools, and 248 teachers have lost their jobs.
I found out last week that my position was cut from our school and I was transferred to another elementary school. I just felt like I had been punched in the stomach. I know that it comes down to numbers and logistics and the transfer wasn't personal. Our school lost a .5 teacher and I'm the only .5 teacher at my school.
I have loved every day at the school where I work. I have a fantastic kindergarten teacher to work with, great students and parents, and an amazing group of teachers. I've been told that I'm going to a great school, and I'm sure that I am, but right now I'm just sad to leave. When I look at the big picture, I have NOTHING to complain about. I still have a job, and I know that any one of the teachers who have been laid off would trade places with me in a heartbeat.
God has a plan, and without going into details, this transfer has eliminated a potential conflict where feelings would no doubt be hurt and a relationship might have been damaged beyond repair. I had prayed about the situation and there was never an opportunity for me to address this situation. And now that I have been transferred, the situation is resolved.
So, I'm off to pack up books, files and charts and go into the unknown. Not a place that I enjoy; I prefer familiar turf... but, sometimes, that isn't a choice.