Just like my last spring break two years ago this one did not end as I expected.
Two years ago . . .on the Thursday before break ended I received a phone call informing me school would be closed the following week for students. Faculty and staff would not report on Monday and would receive more information in the near future.
This year . . .on the Thursday before spring break ended I was enjoying a tour of Little Havana.
Two years ago . . .on the Friday before spring break ended we had dinner at a restaurant. We didn’t realize it would be over a year before we ate in another restaurant.
This year . . .on the Friday before spring break ended I sat on the beach reading my latest knitting mystery (a slice about that will be coming;) keenly aware that our travel home could be disrupted by weather at our destination airport.
Two years ago . . .on the Saturday before spring break ended I didn’t know it would be two years before I had another spring break. We arrived at the airport ready to fly home having no idea what the future would hold. I had the toilet paper we bought for our rental packed in my suitcase because the news said it was in short supply. Toilet paper, really? I recall seeing several older people completely covered in protective gear. It seemed like something out of a Sci-Fi novel or the movie Outbreak. Our departing and arriving airports were eerily deserted. Security was no problem, our plane had empty seats there were no crowds at the baggage claim. The world had changed completely while I sat on the beach for a week. On our drive home my son called me to tell me my soon-to-be daughter-in-law’s bridal shower was cancelled. I was looking forward to a girls weekend with my sisters and nieces the following weekend. That was the first of many disappointments.
This year . . .on the Saturday before spring break ended I woke up early grabbed my phone and checked the weather. Nothing had changed. I flipped to my airline app and saw our flight was still on time. I made my coffee, posted my slice and read several other slices. I settled in front of my cereal while my husband showered and then I heard the familiar ding of my flight tracker app. I grabbed my phone and saw our flight was delayed until the evening. We’ll get in much later than we wanted to but maybe the snow at home will have stopped by the time we get there. Minutes later my phone chimed again and I read the word CANCELLED on a bright red banner. No flights on Sunday, no flights on Monday, no flights from any nearby airports until TUESDAY! As much as I wouldn’t mind extending my spring break there’s much to do back home. I’m behind on assessments from being sick last week and the report card deadline is looming. The hunt for the rental car began.
Two years ago . . .on the Sunday spring break ended I woke up at home not knowing what to expect. When will we return to school? How late will the school year be extended? How long will it take this Covid thing to go away? There were so many unknowns that Sunday morning. I had no idea I wouldn’t return to my classroom or see my second graders in person again. I had no idea I would soon become a virtual teacher and a master of Zoom meetings. I had no idea the May wedding we were planning would actually be a June wedding with only the immediate family.
This year . . .on the Sunday spring break ended I woke up in a hotel not too far from the Virginia state line driving to an airport three and half hours from home to pick up my car. I’m writing my slice in the car using my phone as a hotspot because I’m a technology pro now. Once I’m done, I plan to enjoy the sunshine streaming through the windows as I take in the scenery and enjoy the adventure that’s ahead for the rest of the day. I look forward to our reunion with our dog, Milo. I’m trying not to think about the week ahead. I’m ready to teach Monday but a bag full of writing assessments awaits me at home and those report cards aren’t going to finish themselves. As difficult as the last two years have been, I have somehow managed to have a better work/life balance. It’s too bad it took a pandemic for me to learn that life lesson.
I am participating in the 15th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge by Two Writing Teachers. This is my fourth year of daily slicing during the month of March. Thanks for stopping by!