We marked six months in Oregon last week. I can’t believe it’s been that long already. Most of the time I feel completely at home here. However, sometimes I will have a brief moment where I feel like I’m just visiting, and I’m ready to head home. The past six months have been exciting, terrifying, happy and lonely. I have discovered new strengths, new weaknesses and I have worried about my ability to cope.
Through it all, I have not regretted moving. I never thought I could ever be this far from my family, but it has been a blessing in many ways. I have made friends I wouldn’t have otherwise made, I have strengthened my relationship with Michael and I have come to appreciate the friendships I have with my siblings and my parents in a more profound way.
I think a part of me will always ache for home and that quick drive to a family gathering. I will always wish Eva could grow up with her cousins nearby. I will always be homesick for this guy I know who treats me like crap. (His initials are A.J. Hopefully that doesn’t give away his identity.) But life is about experience, learning to stretch beyond what we think we can handle and enjoying the journey while we’re on it. I’m grateful for where my journey has taken me so far. And no, those aren’t tears in my eyes, I just cut an onion.
Let’s take a peek back at the past six months:
Here we are getting ready to pull out of our neighborhood in Idaho Falls. Notice the snow on the ground; there’s none of that in Oregon.
The day we took possession of our new house. I’m packing a few extra pounds in this picture. (It was a long winter.)
Unpacking. This makes me shudder.
Eva when we first moved in.
Eva now.
It’s been a wonderfully adventurous six months!
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