It is with mixed emotions that I am here to report that I now know where I'm going. For the short term, anyway. After much hemming and hawing and budgeting on scrap pieces of paper, I bought myself a ticket back to Florida until the end of October. It turned out to be about $500 cheaper than my other travel schemes, and I need to see my family anyway. From there, the plan is to head to Spokane, WA, to seek out a new life, yet again.
I guess it goes to show once more that most of the time, things don't go the way you want them to. But if you make the best of it, you'll have a lot of good times to look back on.
Last night, I took a moment to do just that. Dreading going outside in the chilly wind, I bundled up in my layers, and strolled down to the beach for one last walk to commemorate the summer. It was a gorgeous evening, and not even as cold as I had anticipated.
It was that magic hour of this time of year when the Arctic reverses the colors of earth and sky. It was as if it threw the oranges and pinks of the autumn tundra into the evening air, as the sky cast down her pastel cerulean and sapphire into the shadows and the water. The cliffs hung pale purple in the distance, a surreal backdrop beyond the glassy ocean. The air smelled of campfires.
Snow in June! |
Taking in the epic vista |
The classic "Ranger Pointing at Things" pose |
Interpreting a reindeer antler on the tundra |
My ginormous summer camp group |
Leaving White Mountain with my colleagues |
After a whirlwind trip to the top of Alaska, September was my month of solitude, as the last interp ranger standing. Fortunately, I was able to make myself super busy at work, by creating 3 new exhibit posters (one of which was a 6-panel spread), reorganizing the office, giving community programs, and a ton of other end-of-season tasks. After work, I busied myself with a new watercolor project, job searching, cooking, writing, and working out. Fortunately, the month flew by.
Seems that all the extra work paid off, too -- I had my performance evaluation yesterday, and scored in the highest category possible! I knew I had done well, but it felt amazing to be described as a "natural interpreter" and "exceptional" media specialist. Wow. Talk about an ego-booster!
So now it's October 1st. Tomorrow I head to Anchorage from Nome, for probably the last time, via Unalakleet (might as well see one more village on my way out!). Unlike last time I left, I feel like my experience is complete, it's time to go. As they say, my work here is done. I feel satisfied, fulfilled, and ready to move on to the next adventure. See you there!