Radom

Well we made it. 

I think this entry will have to be short and sweet as I am currently sitting at my imminent (maybe?) place of work, borrowing the wifi -- with permission of course.

It seemed like the ride to Radom was decidedly shorter than our wait at Chopin Airport to pick up our unfortunate coworker whose luggage seems to have found its way to Norway instead of Poland.  She seems quite lovely, and definitely has more experience than I do.  The problem with actually having a moment to think is that I also have time to be nervous about the fact that young minds will soon be depending on me for knowledge!  I really hope I don't screw this up.

While the internet is still yet to come, I finally have a Polish phone number.  Once I top up my account I will have to see about contacting my family.  I hate the fact that I had to leave them at the beginning of a crisis...and I was abruptly ambushed by finding Grandma's phone number in my contacts this morning.

Being happy  for her doesn't make it hurt less.  I wish I could be around the people who are also in my position, but alas...

At least I have Sarah.