Generally speaking, I like change. If I’ve been doing the same thing for a long time, I’ll try to intentionally change it up.
But this time – this change – is hard.
I’ll be honest. I want to go home. I miss my home. I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss my doggy. I miss the boys having separate rooms. I miss AZ traffic (never thought I’d say that!). I miss the forests and trails. I miss everything that I’ve known for my entire life. I miss being able to call people for advice and not have to worry that it’s only 4, 5, or 6 in the morning there. I miss being comfortable in my own little world.
I’m trying my best not to complain, but I don’t want to act like everything is great and nothing is wrong. I don’t want to hide the fact that I bawled my eyes out last night while the little one was screaming and refusing to go to sleep (he has a cold).
I also don’t want to make it sound like I’m miserable. I am still excited that we are here. Damien’s job is awesome and I know he is really enjoying it. He really likes the people he works with, he’s actually busy and doing things he enjoys. Living in a big city is kind of fun. I love all of the parks, the zoo, the shopping. It’s fun having so much to do.
This is more change than I’ve ever had to deal with. It’s proving to be a lot harder to roll with the punches this time.
Part 2 will be coming soon.