This move has been interesting. Much different than what I expected. There was a time when Ben and I moved a lot. Before, during and after law school we moved about 10 times in five years ... Salt Lake, East Millcreek, Midvale, St. George, Oregon, back to St. George, back to Oregon, back to Salt Lake, and back to St. George, before we finally settled in Centerville. So, I thought I knew what to expect with this move. I thought it would be easy ... especially since we weren't moving far. But the funny thing is, even though this home feels right, everything else seems a little "off." The neighborhood is different, the views out my windows are different, church last Sunday was particularly rough. Where were the familiar faces? Where were my friends? It's amazing how you can be in a room, surrounded by lots and lots of people, yet feel so alone.
I know we didn't move far, I know that our wonderful friends "there" are still our wonderful friends. But it's just "different" when I don't see them drive down the street every day, when I don't see them at church every Sunday.
I knew the move in and of itself would be hard ... and it was ... completely exhausting in fact. But I didn't expect it to be as emotionally hard as it is. I kind of thought that my kids would miss their friends, but that I'd be just fine. But I was wrong. It's tough to go from feeling so supported, involved, included, to feeling somewhat detached, separated.
I know that time will change all of this. I know that I will love this ward, this neighborhood, these people, as much as I do those people I'm missing so much right now ... it will just take a little time.
Hopefully it won't take too long. I was amazed this morning, as I was reflecting on all of these thoughts and feelings, when I opened my front door and found that a new, "future" neighbor had delivered a box of cookies to our family. It helped.
Christmas letter 2019
6 years ago