Well, here I made it! I feel like every time there is a big(ish) goodbye to my family it ends up not even happening. I end up being just dropped off and not seeing them for awhile. That can be a good and bad thing. It saves me the embarrassment of crying in front of my parents and other people, but at the same time I don't really get to say goodbye. What if something happens? Will they know that I love them? I would hope so. This weekend was one of those bigger goodbyes and I didn't really get to say goodbye. My sister had a cheer competition which they had to leave the place we were staying at 6:30 in the AM and of course I would still be fast asleep- no way would I be up that early. So my mom promised me that we would go out to my favorite place for lunch on their way out and say goodbye then. However my brother got his mission call the day before and they were also in a huge rush to get home and see where he was going. I got a call from my mom around 10:30 saying that they were on their way out, it was too early for lunch, and that dad wanted to get home. So she said, "we will just see you in a few months!" Well that was depressing. I didn't get my favorite food AND I didn't get to say goodbye. For some odd reason when I leave my parents for a long period of time I melt a little bit inside and wish I could be with them right after they leave. I have always been the one who is ready to leave and be on my own but when it comes to saying goodbye I realize what I am leaving and almost wish I could just be home in my own bed. I was terrified that this would happen to me, and it did a little bit. However after getting to my new home I was made part of the family instantly which has really helped.
So far things down here have been fantastic. First day here I went out is shorts and it felt fantastic! It was about 40 degrees and beautiful outside. If it weren't for the ten foot mounds of snow on the sidewalks I would have thought it was spring already! We spent that whole first day shopping, which was fine with me! Then yesterday I spent my first day in the singles ward. I am surprised as many people (men more specifically) showed up seeing as how it was Superbowl Sunday. But it was a good Sunday. I sat and learned in every class and enjoyed being around people my own age again. I just hope that this time around I am able to make more friends and go to the activities more often (I was really bad about that last year). Well I have to get back to being acting mom. Time to get the kids from school. Sorry I don't have anything super exciting to read about, just my random thoughts and experiences.
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