Katie Buetow '12 | February 17, 2015
On a rainy January morning in Chandler, Arizona, I stood nervously outside the front door of a small ranch house. Inside, the distinct, rapid plunks of a banjo reverberated, only slightly muted by the wall between the strummer and me. I raised my fist to knock, then hesitated, readjusting the cello case hanging from my shoulder. I listened for a few more seconds. I rapped on the door.
The uncertainty churning my stomach was a feeling I’d become accustomed to over the past several months. After graduating from Notre Dame in 2012, I had moved to Arizona to teach at a charter school in Mesa. I liked my job, but I was very lonely. I missed my family back in Michigan terribly. I missed my friends, who had scattered like dandelion seeds to all corners of the country.
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