Remembering the time I once told myself and everyone around me that I was an adult and that I would never move back home and live with my parents. I remember that I meant it. I remember thinking that I had the world in the palm of my hand.
I was thinking about that famous saying, “The best laid plans…” ? Yeah, 18 year-old me didn’t believe her plans would go sour. I didn’t know that after getting my degree in Education with a minor in history that I wouldn’t be able to find a teaching position. Well not a teaching position that didn’t require me to coach, work a second job, and still have trouble making ends meet. Millennial’s believed that the world was their oyster. I believed I was going to have it all. Unfortunately, “The Best Laid Plans”, left me wanting.
Long story short, I graduated from a state college with a degree in education. I was hoping to touch students’ lives, make a difference, and if anything get a kid to love history as much as I did. That however, was not realistic. Instead, I got a job at a soul sucking corporate office: upselling the next biggest thing to ever hit the world market. Or at least until the next newest, shiniest, and biggest thing hit. I could have stayed at that job. It paid the bills and even allowed me to have a vacation once or twice a year. The kicker was falling in love with my boss.
What is the one rule in dating? NEVER. DATE. YOUR. BOSS. Or at least that is my number one rule now. However, I believed that this was true love. After I found out that he was married I was sick to my stomach. I thought that we would be together forever.
There were hints at it, you know? Things I should have picked up on. I was never invited to his place. We only had dates when we were out on business trips in different cities, different hotels, and he never mentioned his family. There are just some times in your life that you question who you are as a person and who you wanted to be. I never wanted to be a home-wrecker. I look back at my decisions and cringe.
So, when I got a call from my childhood friend Victoria to come and teach with her at the high school in my hometown. I knew that was what I needed, a fresh start. Of course, if I told 18 year old Maggie that we would be back to Broken Bow, Oklahoma, as well as moving in with mom and dad again, I’m pretty sure she would faint.
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