I unapologetically live and breathe my family.... I joked when contemplating the move that at birth they forgot to cut the umbilical cord that connected me to my mother.
So, I knew this move would be a challenge, and I was ready for some pretty intense home sickness. However, I did surprisingly well for the first few months, being busy establishing ourselves, moving and settling the kids into a new home and a new school. I was surprised and impressed with how adaptable my babies had been and I relaxed... Interestingly, the thing that I had been most scared of turned out to be the thing I found most liberating... I enjoyed the slower pace and loved and still love the luxury of being able to wake up with the girls and let them choose how we will spend the day... I know that won't last forever so I am trying to let them enjoy the freedom that this lifestyle allows.
When my dad and my sister were both hospitalized within weeks of each other I got a big smack in the face of what it really means to be living away from "home" and how hard that can be…Thankfully both recovered well and they are doing great, but that was my first lesson on how unexpectedly and severely home sickness can strike. Since then, the almost non-stop influx of visiting family and friends has helped keep homesickness at bay (thank you everyone!!)
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