Except when it feels kinda strange...It's weird and I don't know quite how to explain it and I was trying to do that last night in the car on the way to Woodstock from the airport. We were driving on 285 and then on 75 and 575 and all I kept thinking was that it was so familiar but so unfamiliar at the same time. We both grew up in this state and for the longest time when you grow up in a state your whole life, you don't really comprehend or fully understand that there are other places out there even though you learn about them in school or whatever else. We grew up only really knowing the Atlanta area and now that we've been across the country and are living there currently, that new place is also becoming more and more familiar. I hope this rambling makes sense. I guess people who have made such a big move like we have would really understand this feeling (like Dad). It's nostalgic to come back and walk around our childhood neighborhoods and drive along the streets we would drive around on as teens/young adults before the real world came into play. It's a strange feeling, that's all I can say. We're the foreigners here now since we've been living in Idaho for almost a year now--I guess June 9th or 10th will be our 1 year anniversary of moving to the wild, wild (north)west.
Wow. Who'da thunk it? When we first made the move, we thought the time would drag by so slowly but now it's been a year and we're starting to finally get ourselves established in the new state and we're finally starting to start some new friendships...still haven't found a church, but that'll come in time. I think we just have to be ready to find it--it's so hard to leap out on your own and break away from all the familiar institutions (such as church) and try to find a totally different one that really fits into what you want in your life. For so long, we've been "told" which churches to attend and which restaurants to eat at and etc, etc but when we finally get out there, it's ultimately up to us to find our niche and what suits us as a new family and what we want to truly believe in. It's just the beginning for us though. We have to have patience with this new life we have ahead of us. We're on our way and it's ALL up to us what we want to do with it. Kinda empowering and kinda intimidating at the same time, isn't it? What if we make the wrong choices? Well, that's up to us to find out for ourselves--we'll have to learn from our mistakes. We've already thought that we made one big mistake and that was the purchase of the house but at the same time, we're proud of it. We often look back on the great month (and a half?) that we had in the apartment that was so close to the city and the greenbelt but we had such a bad taste in our mouth for apartment living that there was absolutely no one or nothing that could convince us otherwise about buying a house. Now we look back and we think how nice it would've been to stay there and be able to walk/ride our bikes/rollerblade whenever we wanted to! Especially now with the housing market being so bad, we know that we probably won't be wanting to move for a long time if we can help it because we'd end up losing a buttload of money. I guess this was big lesson #1. We were starting to question our reasoning for coming out to Idaho and was it a "bad idea" for doing so? My teacher certificate is basically no good out here until I get an Idaho one (which, if anybody is familiar with the education system, you all know how big of a hassle that is)! Argh. But, at the same time, Idaho is a chance for independence for us as a newly married (almost 2 years, folks) couple. So, the big move was I guess actually big lesson #1 and the house thing was lesson #2. Sorry for the confusion.
Okay, I've talked enough for a night. I was just reflecting on our first year living out of state, separated by thousands of miles from friends and family and our comfort zone--the Peach State and what we've grown up with all these years. It's hard but we've got each other to depend on when times get tough and it'll make us stronger. Right?
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