Moving has been a huge struggle for me this time around. I like to think I typically handle change well. I tend to look forward to it. I was excited to move, but it has been rough. This is the first time I've moved while living the stay-at-home-mom lifestyle. When I moved to Columbus, I was in the work force and instantly had adults to connect with on a daily basis. My kids are too young for school so I can't get involved there. I, so far, have not found neighbors to connect with. Until this month, I had not been assigned a visiting teaching route...no one visiting me and I didn't visit anybody. I've been searching the town for places to get involved and have not yet found something that doesn't cost too much to join and that I can bring my three crazy kids to (my options are limited).
I really have nothing going on in my life outside of my home and my primary class. I sleep later than I used to. I stay in my pj's longer than I used to. I rarely leave the house. And despite all my free time, I'm really behind on household chores. I have no schedule. I don't think I've ever dealt with the blues as bad as I have here. I don't get depressed very often or very easily, but this is tough. I thrive on social interaction and busy-ness.
To make matters worse, George Washington University is still contacting Spencer...trying to talk him into going there. It was hard enough to turn them down the first time. Now we're stuck in a town we don't like and a school Spencer's not crazy about. Very tempting. Although I'm sure that wouldn't cure my loneliness problems.
D-Town is actually growing on me. I've decided it reminds me a TON of Logan, Utah...where I spent my college days. I loved Logan. It was easy to love when I was in school and living the college life. But I think I can learn to enjoy D-Town in a similar way.
I've said it before and I'll say it again...the ward is fantastic (despite my awful calling). I feel I will really fit in here...as soon as I can feel that these women here are my real friends. We've been invited to dinner a few times and today I spent the morning at a skit rehearsal for the upcoming stake Relief Society birthday celebration. I was at the church with four other young moms for two hours and only thirty minutes of actual practice time. We danced and laughed and gabbed as moms do best. The kids roamed the church and it was so good for me and the crazies to get out. Although I was hesitant to participate in the skit, it was so great to be invited...completely worth the embarrassment of performing a skit for the social time this morning. I think they've made just as much of an effort to include me as I have to be included. They're really great.
I'm sure this is a good place for our family. I just wish it didn't have to take so long to feel at home here.