We just hit the one year anniversary in our house and I can't believe how fast the time has passed. For the past year, I felt like I was only staying a while, on a long visit; my real life and friends were waiting back in California. I still refer to California as home.
But, with the passing of a year, I realize that we are here for an unknown length of time. The people I am spending time with, could become long term friends. That Georgia might become the place my children call home and think of when they remember their childhood.
I feel that if I accept this place as my home, I would be letting go of something. I sense a loss of things I hold dear. And I guess in reality, I have already lost, and I am just taking the time to reflect. I have lost a year with my friends. A year of dinners, BBQ parties, book clubs, lunches.
And I can hear those glass half full people talking about what I have gained. Time with family, seeing new places, hiking and camping trips, new friends. But I've never liked those happy, positive people!
So perhaps it's time to plan a trip out to visit the people and places I miss. While I may need to realize I'm not on an extended vacation, I'm not willing to loose what I left behind.
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I completely understand. We still have not really committed to life here in VA and it's been 4 years.
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