Lazy Monday

I start teaching another fun-filled summer of hip hop dance today. However, my stomach hurts and I just can't get out of bed. Granted it is only 7:40AM, but I wonder it's my first class nerves. I have not taught a dance class since last summer and I have not taken a class since then. I am keeping my worry to myself, except maybe my body is revolting. I went into the hot tub last night with Sarah, Jamie and Tony and I may have to make a repeat performance after the start of push ups and sit ups in class today.

I am a little miffed that I do not have a contract or access to my roster for the class I start today. I really don't know what the problem is. Luckily, I am ready to go in all other ways. My syllabus is updated and copied. I have the questionnaires and I have music for at least the first 2-3 days. I think all of my anxiety will melt away. At least that's my hope. And I will head into the department today to turn in my Dada receipts and check in about all things pending.

In terms of the move to the Bay, Tony came over on Saturday and we did a little craigslist search for apartments in the east bay. We made a few calls, but only one return phone call. In essence, we are looking too early for a mid to late August move. After a yummy dim sum excursion with Randy in SF's Chinatown, we drove Randy to AT&T Park and then headed over the Bay Bridge to the 580. We liked the Lake Merritt area in Oakland, as well as, the Dimond area. We also stopped in Berkeley on the way home and that is my favorite. I like the community feeling of it. There is BART access and plenty of amenities, walk-able restaurants and culture. As I considered my move to Davis from Atlanta, I think what eased my mind was that I was moving to a community. There were a bunch of givens - I would be in classes most days, my car would be parked on the street while I walked and biked locally. I am close to San Francisco and even closer to Sacramento. Luckily, going into the next move I know I am living with Tony, however since work is not guaranteed, neither is living. While we each want to make the Bay our home over the next year, if we had to leave for a job we would.

Hmmm. Maybe this is where my anxiety comes from...