so here’s the thing.
i sort of expected that the first few months after moving to our new house (which i love and am so thankful for) would be a little challenging and stressful.
every move is like that to some extent, right?
i knew that it would be an adjustment with most of my friends (and their kids) being now 45-60 minutes away. weekly playdates would become less and less.
i knew that finding and fitting in at a new church would be a struggle for this shy-until-i-talk-to-you girl. it’s that first conversation that is so hard for me.
i knew that the winter blues would bear their ugly head and that the kids and i would be holed up inside the house for days on end.
but, i guess, i’m just at the point now, where i’m thinking “ok, we’ve been here 4 months, where are my new friends and new experiences? shouldn’t i be finding my place by now? why am i not feeling at home in this little town, yet?”
and i know it’s impatience and the time of year and the season in life that i’m in, but it doesn’t make it any less true.
thankfully, i trust a God who is faithful in His promises for our lives and for our move. He has clearly led us here for a purpose—–to know that, will have to be enough for me for now.