Karen heaved out a happy little sigh, breaking down the last cardboard box.  She turned, holding it, and stared into the spacious closet, filled with clothes.  She smiled a bit to herself, reaching up with one hand to push up her glasses.  A song flowed from her clunky, old-fashioned CD player flowed through the room softly.  She hummed the tune softly, picking up the remainders of the other boxes and hauling them up.  She left the room, letting the door shut behind her with a soft click.  She continued to hum the tune as she walked through the quiet halls.  Once outside, however, she quieted, listening to the birds on the grounds singing.  Her smile broadened and she threw the boxes into a dumpster, dusting off her hands afterward.  She moved and stood there for a long moment, feeling the warmth of the sun.<br/>After months of scrounging and penny pinching to make sure her funds lasted, it was nice to be somewhere where she could relax and be comfortable.<br/>And accepted for who and what she was.<br/>Her smile slipped and she looked down at the ground, worrying the point of her shoe into the ground.  She missed Boston, though.  Missed the smiling faces of her students.  Missed their eager young minds.  Her expression became worried.  She had to teach mostly teenagers now.  She bit her lower lip.  That was so different than young children...could she really handle this?  Sighing, she turned and looked up at the building.  She had to.  Nodding to herself, she went back inside, walking back toward her room to finish setting up her room and get it into suitable shape.  Then she could begin setting up lesson plans and reviewing student files.