People have asked how I’m doing and if I’m lonely. Sometimes, but the truth is, I was lonelier during the few weeks before we moved than I am now. It seemed like all of the people I called “friends” at our last church reacted so badly to the news we were leaving that they shut us out of their lives. It hurt. In some ways, though, it made it easier to not be missing them now. Granted, so much of our lives and routines have changed anyway that I haven’t noticed missing people from my life as much yet.
What I do miss are the things that didn’t change with our last two moves. We moved to a new house in our old town over a year ago, and before that, when we moved to that town, it was from the same general area. So the newscasters were the same with each move. I know that seems like a small thing, but it’s more than that. I knew how to recognize where we were on the map during the weather. I had a general idea of which network was the most reliable for covering stories, weather, etc., and which ones were pure fluff. I knew what time my favorite shows came on during the day (those syndicated shows that are on at different times in different markets). Now, all of that has changed, so the only familiar thing is Matt Lauer & company in the mornings. And even that is different – the Today show moved to having four hours in the last couple of years, but here they do three hours together, stick in an hour of local stuff, then come back with a delayed broadcast of Kathy Lee & Hoda. Now, none of this is that big of a deal, but it strikes me as the real sign that we have left all that is familiar. I can’t imagine what it’s like to move to a foreign country, where everything changes, from the money to the language (even when you go to an English-speaking country, the lingo changes) to the types of stores and restaurants gets turned upside down. I’m still dealing with learning my way around the grocery stores and feeling frustrated that I don’t know where I’m going. I need to thank God that He is with me in the midst of these silly frustrations. And I know I will look back a year from now thinking, “that really wasn’t a big deal.”