I have shared the good, over and over. Moving has been relatively awesome. Moderately seamless. A ton of fun in many, many ways.
But this blog, as I love to remind you all, is not about ONLY the good and great. It is about the honest, the funny, the messy, and the great.
So, I thought this morning I’d take a little time to share some of the darker parts of moving.
- I’m a little lonely. Just a little, I have been thoroughly blessed to have some made some amazing friends in the six weeks we have been here. However, it’s different. It is hard to be not in the know when people exchange stories. I want to laugh, but don’t always get the joke. Likewise, I feel dumb sharing antidotes about people no one here knows.
- I am always lost. I don’t know the back roads, and rely way too much on my GPS.
- I’m always sunburnt. This is one that is so weird to me, considering I’m from the South and never got sunburnt. The Oregon sun is hardcore, I guess.
- We don’t have a mailbox Yeah, weird right? No mailboxes in our hood. So, you have to walk (20 feet) to a little neighborhood post box looking thing. It isn’t terrible, but it is a little different.
- This accent though. There is no where I go here that people don’t ask where I’m from, ya’ll.
- My children and their sleep- followed by their moods. Sleep has been super screwed up since we got here, the sun comes up crazy early and they wake up insanely early. So, the period between 4-6:00 pm has just been brutal since we got here.
- My reoccurring dream my appendix is bursting and I have to get surgery. Since we moved here, I’ve been having nightmares my appendix is bursting. It has happened probably ten times, how bizarre is that?
As you can see, my problems are pretty minimal We are having an amazing time here, learning about our new city. Crafting this house into our home. We’ve been enjoying summer camps, swim lessons, miscellaneous pools and splash pads. Summer is beautiful here, and the adventures for kids are overflowing. Our days have been filled with library books, tan lines, and s’mores. Six weeks in, and I’m feeling settled and happy. A little homesick for friends who know me, my family, our ebbs and flows. But, a lot of thankful for those whose here taking us under their wing and allowing us to share life with them.
Here is some of what we’ve been up to the last week: