You may or may not have noticed my limited presence here at A Little Great. It isn't because I don't love writing and coming up with projects, but simply because I have less time. See, my family is going through some big changes, which involves a move of 1300 miles. My husband is taking a job in rural Texas and this suburban family is moving to the country.
Change scares me, it always has. Usually a change involves the unknown and while history tells me the unknown can be wonderful, I just don't know that yet. I used to think I could be happy anywhere, but it hasn't always been that way. We moved around a lot when I was young and while I never fully got used to it, I learned to accept and make the best of the situation. My dad however, was a gypsy at heart, a new town, a new house, a new adventure.
Through the years of my married life, we too have moved around. In the pursuit of my husband's career we have lived in three different states. We have met some wonderful people and had amazing experiences. But it is hard. I remember the loneliness and insecurity of being in a new place. Sometimes there was even depression while I tried to adjust to my new life. It scares me to be doing this again.
I love where I live. Our house, schools, neighborhood, and church have become these families that I love. They help me raise my children and better myself, they are my village. There are wonderful memories here that I will hold onto forever because they have forever changed me. As I get ready for this change I have been filing away moments in my heart. There are so many moments that I love, so many people I will miss.