Do you know what the hardest part about moving is?
Getting used to your new surroundings.
When we first moved to Naples it was an adventure. Mike works a ridiculous amount of hours, so it was sort of like the mama + mini show.
We explored. We discovered. And over time we learned. Which Target had the better beauty clearance. Which Dunkin Donuts chocolate munchkins were skimpy on the glaze. What days were the best to visit the museum.
After some time you even start to make friends. Before you know it, the other mom at the library feels like someone you have known all of your life.
I am grateful for Naples. For the places I went. The experiences we had. The friends I made.
A new place eventually becomes a home.
So it’s strange to do it all over again. Strange but exciting in the same.
A big part of me wants to scream out “NOOO” I don’t want to! I don’t want to figure out where the grocery store is. Have those awkward conversations with other moms at the park.
I want to belong. I don’t feel like I belong yet. But I know I will.
In the meantime, before I am ready to really venture out there, I will adapt in my own new surroundings.
Taking my kids for walks in the neighborhood. Figuring out how to arrange our furniture in the new house. Making sure we don’t get lost on our way to Target.
And for now, that is enough. If they are happy, I am happy.
Everything else will fall into place.