I was driving yesterday and it struck me.
We live here.
Not in a “Wow, its so pretty, we’re so lucky” way. But a “We actually LIVE here.”
We’re not on vacation. We’re not going home.
This is our home. This is our new town. Our new school. Our new grocery store. Our new Target (sans Starbucks. SOB!). Our new church.
Now the permanence of the move is sinking in. As we see our stuff unpacked and settling into the new house. As we see life in our old community going on without us. As we make plans here.
Its half good, half depressing. 90% of the time, I’m happy. I’m loving our new home and our new neighborhood. So many times a day, I’ll be doing something around the house or running errands around town… and I just stop and look around.
And smile. I really do love it here. Even when we’re not flying kites on the beach at sunset…

But, the other day, I found myself thinking of a friend. And suddenly missing her so much, I started to cry. So many important, treasured, loved people are no longer a quick coffee date away. I can see them online, but its not the same. Seeing my nephew turn two via Instagram is not the same as being there are seeing his smile and hearing his giggles. Seeing pictures of the ultrasound on Facebook isn’t the same as seeing my friend’s baby bump in person. Google chatting with my co-workers all day isn’t the same as sitting in the same office and seeing their faces and hearing their laughter.
I love it here. But I miss so very much.