Wow, I can't believe how long it has been since my last post. Actually, I can.
The last time I started a blog was not long after I had moved and gotten married. Being back here again reminds me of my feelings after I moved then. You see, our family has recently moved again. My husband's company offered him a job in our dream city, so 3 months after we had our second baby, we were out here house hunting. As if having a second child isn't already stressful enough, add to that, selling a house and even more stressful than that, buying one.
I'll be the first to admit. We (husband and I) like really nice things. We have certain expectations and finding that new home ended up easier than I thought it would be. We love being out here in the Hill Country. Austin simply rocks. I love the coolness of this town and even the diversity of those who are different than me. The wine. The scenery. But with this move has come something I didn't really expect, especially with little kids.
Loneliness.
Yup, that's me. Lonely. Juggling the different schedules based upon the needs of my kids has me land locked to my home most days. Granted, summer has just concluded and school started back last week. I am signed up with one mom's group (MOPs) that will begin soon. But the past few weeks since we've been here have been just that. Lonely.
Most days the only person I talk ends up being my 2 year old. You know how those conversations go?
Me: What would you like to do while sister naps, A1?
A1: Dance party. Get up, mom!
Me: How was your first day of school?
A1: {Silence followed by in his whiny voice} I want a snack! I want applesauce!
Me: We will be home in 5 minutes, you can have a snack when we get home.
A1: But I want a snaaaaaaack! APPLESAUCE!
Bless his heart. Or maybe, bless my heart. I look forward to having friends. Maybe not the process of getting them, because let's be honest. It takes a lot of work and a lot of effort. A lot of putting yourself out and being vulnerable. I sometimes am not sure if I am ready for the effort and pushing myself again.
Hopefully God puts some fun other moms in my life here that will help make this transition a little less lonely. One can have hope.
