Back in Nursing School

Two years ago in September, I began nursing school. If you were following my blog then, and my life since that time, you'll know the history of why I am starting all over again.

There are many similarities to that time, but many significant differences as well. Just to bring you up to speed:

This past May a couple contacted me and told me they had seen my house for sale and were interested in looking at it. I didn't know what they were talking about, since my house was not on the market. I asked them where they saw my house and they said, "zillow.com" Then I remembered having "listed" my house there over a year before. Zillow allows you to track the value of your home and watch the market trends.

The couple came over a few days later, and the next day they called and said they wanted to make an offer. Long story short, I accepted their offer, and closed escrow on the 29th of July. The sale of my home has allowed me to return to nursing school, so that's how I got here today.

Amy and I moved into a duplex rental on September 5th, and I spent the next few weeks unpacking, crying, and generally trying to get used to this new life. It was not easy to make the decision to return to school. All of the nurses I worked with at the Surgery Center continually told me that I needed to go back to nursing school. But I didn't see how I would be able to do so, until I sold my home.

So I am auditing the Fall Term because I successfully completed it two years ago. I need to pass all of the weekly exams, a skills challenge, and the final exam and then I will be admitted as a regular student in the Winter Term of 2010.

It's another 18 months of school (with the summer off) and if all goes according to plan (mine), I will graduate in 2011. It sounds like a long way off, but when I look back on the last 2 years, I wonder where the time went . . . well, not really. I know where the time went; but you know what I mean.

I will be journaling a little bit to keep everyone informed of my progress. Oh, and as always . . . I could use your prayers.