Chapter 69
Liz, May 28
“Are you sure about this?” My principal is a nice lady. She’s about five years older than me, married, no children. This school and her career mean everything to her, and I’ve always admired that. Now she’s sitting across from me with my resignation letter between us, her expression serious.
I try to lighten the mood with a joke. “I’m sure. I can’t handle the commute from England every day.” My joke falls flat.
“I’m serious, Liz. As a friend…” We’re friends? “…I feel I should ask if you’ve considered how awkward it would be to get all the way to England and be disappointed.”
“Thank you for your concern, but I am sure about this.” I give her my most confident smile. She can’t read my mind, I remind myself. She doesn’t need to know I’ve had the exact same fear.
Because part of me really does want this. Everything I’ve been imagining suddenly feels within reach. But the truth is, I’m still new at dreaming and dreams don’t always come true.