What is this happiness you speak of?

I am almost afraid to post this.  But tonight, basking in the moonlight, I realized that I am happy.  It is a curious sensation, and I am not used to it.  I am looking forward to going and teaching tomorrow.  I have a purpose.  I feel at home at East, finally, after a year.  I adore my coworkers and I feel like I belong there.  My students have been pretty good lately and responsive.  An assistant principal came in to observe my class today.  It was supposed to be only 5-10 minutes, but she stayed almost half an hour.  I choose to believe it was because she was interested in what I was doing, that she liked being in my class.  I rely a lot on my personality and humor to keep the classes interesting.  At least, I find the class interesting.  I hope some of the students feel that way, too.  

I love my house and am really feeling like it is becoming a home.  I have the tax credit to pay off all of the furniture and enough left over in case I need to spring for some unforeseen repair (I hope).  I may even be able to buy some stuff for myself that I have always wanted.  Turns out, I don't want much in the way of "stuff."  At least, the things I want don't seem to cost that much.  I have been denying myself for so long that I enjoy the chance to fulfill these small wishes.  I still would like to add decorative touches, but I am not good at that sort of thing.  I need to occupy the space for a while to get a feel for what it needs.

The only thing missing from my home is my friends.  I intend to remedy this by hosting some get-togethers. 

My life still isn't perfect and I don't expect this happiness to last, but I am going to enjoy it while it is here.