In the past six years Adam and I have relocated three times.
We have said goodbye to friends and a community, our sense of normalcy, and tried something completely out of our comfort zone.
And all three times we experience the same cycle of adjustment, bewilderment, depression, longing, excitement, tossing and turning.
The first year of a relocation is exciting and wonderful and an adventure, while at the same time being terribly lonely and isolating. While smiling and enjoying yourself you're also surrounded by an ever present sense of nostalgia for what you left behind.
This was a hard first year. A hard winter. One that was so packed with change all I knew how to do was find a cave and hibernate till spring.
We've had moments this winter where in the middle of a crippling polar-vortex, coupled with a new city, a new home, new jobs, and a new life everything just felt like too much. Like we were on the verge of snapping. But now we've made it through.
The snow has finally melted. This morning I sat on my deck for the first time since we bought this house, and I sipped coffee while the dogs played in the backyard. Our plans today include cleaning up the yard instead of our usual painting and fixing the never ending upstairs remodel, and I'll tell you what, I've never been so excited for yard work.