What a difference a day makes! With the aid of a good cry, a good shower and some good chocolate, I'm feeling better. I appreciate the encouraging comments and phone calls that remind me I am loved. I'll be OK. Really, I will.
I thought I'd ask my son how he felt about moving. He has always considered Utah his home, and I figured he could set me straight. He said he was "kind of sad and kind of happy." Later, I found an email he sent to a friend expressing a bit more sadness than he let on. I suppose it will be an adjustment for all of us. We have things to miss here, but we have things to look forward to there.
So, on a happier note, I have including some things to look forward to: Enjoy!
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I'm so glad things are looking up, my wise sister Michelle once told me: "sometimes you're frustrated and sad and you just want to sit in a mud puddle and have everyone leave you to your mud puddle- and that is just fine! But eventually you have to get out of your mud puddle, because otherwise you're just a girl in the mud." So it's fine to sit in the mud sometimes because each place you've lived has had wonderful things, but keep focusing on the good Utah things- the dutch store, snowmen, fry sauce, the highest per capita consumption of ice cream and hair spray, 24th of July fireworks...
Change is good. Change is hard. I think that is your conundrum, right there. I, for one, am looking forward to seeing you more often. You have been missed.
I'm with you on the "where is my home?" conundrum (good word Melinda). I allow myself a one month miserable period on each end as I get used to the change, but as always, things just seem to fall in place. The best part, is having friends all over the place. It makes the world "home". Good luck on your move! I'd give my left toe to move back to Utah for our next assignment!
There's always glitter sweater lint. You can come do my laundry if you want.
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