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Last night I had a real melding of my worlds. Students from my 'old' school that I taught at for 4.5 years were playing in a basketball tournament in my new hometown against the 'old' school of my 'new' principal, so several students from my 'new' school came to the game. I had a bunch of people over to my house afterward to hang out, play games, eat pizza and chat. It was a lot of fun and I remembered how much I love the people from my 'old' life. It was also good to hear from people who saw me at my lowest how happy I seem, how great life seems for me and how much I've changed in just a few short months.

Today will be even more of a melding of these two worlds as my 'old' team plays the hometown team to determine who gets to go to the state tournament next week. I'm sure I'll see people from my 'old' school sitting alongside people I know here in my new community from church, or just from around town. It will be interesting.

_____ UPDATE________

So, the boys from my old school lost in overtime by 4 points. A heartbreaking loss.
As the people from my old school left and went home, and I turned around to go back down the 5 or 6 blocks to my house I had the strangest feeling. I don't really 'belong' with those people any more. I'm not sure I 'belong' with these people in this new town yet either, but I'm making friends and that's progress. The only place I know I truly belong is with my children, and with God. Every thing else is just frosting.