We've been in our new home for almost 2 months now. Lucas and I have been having a hard time adjusting to this new part of town and ultimately a new beginning. In all the craziness of packing, moving and unpacking, I didn't realize that I would actually have trauma from the whole ordeal. Not only did we lose the first home we ever owned, but we struggled for a long time about what the right decision would be and when we would take the plunge and start back at square one. It is only since we moved to this new house and I've been trying to get into some routine and fit in, that I've realized that I never had time to deal with the emotions that came with moving. We are living a lot closer to my sister Kim and her family, which is great. And our new ward is really great and they have been so welcoming to us.
Although we chose to move to this part of town, there have been some growing pains and we do miss our old part of town and the familiar places where we shopped, ate and played. I hadn't unpacked all the boxes, I hadn't hung many pictures up and everyday I just kinda felt like I was going through the motions without any motivation. Then, it hit me. I didn't feel like it was home and that's why I wasn't happy. So, I decided that this is our home for the time being and I am going to make this house a home for us. My outlook has changed and I am ready to make memories.