It’s been seven weeks since we left the first home we ever owned in Pennsylvania and moved back down south, and I’m just now ready to write about it. It has taken that long to really settle in and find our groove again, and its been harder for me than I ever thought it would be, even though it was me who wanted to move! It’s been an emotional, exhausting journey, but still totally worth it.
We found a great first house for us, with almost an acre in the country, and turned our house into a warm, cozy home. I was very excited to be in a colder place, enjoying all the snow, learning about Pennsylvania Dutch food and culture, but really felt lonely since we had no family close by and knew no one there except Kevin’s colleagues.
Thankfully, there were job openings at a university near my parents, and last year, Kevin applied. He never heard back and I was devastated, as Grayson was on the way and I needed my family more than ever. Then, about six months later, we heard the budget had been cut and the job was, too, but they wanted him to reapply because they were going to reopen the position the next school year. Kevin reapplied and within a week, he’d heard back and they wanted him to come down for an interview. Long story short, he got the job!Then, once Gabriel arrived, just 11 months after moving in, I was desperate for my mom and dad to be nearby and Pennsylvania started to lose its appeal. I’d had my fill of adventure and just wanted to go home. Not only are my parents in Georgia, but all of my extended family is, too! You just need your mom when you have a baby, especially with your first. I felt like I was sleep walking as I just had no idea what I was doing and didn’t even have close friends yet. When Gabe was about three months old, I found a MOMS Club chapter in our town and joined – it was the single best thing I ever did for myself there! I made a best friend, Amy, and she had a baby boy about the same age. She was also a long way from home, so we really connected. We got each other through that first year, but both of us longed to go back home to our families. I ended up becoming the president of that chapter last year, and it was a joy giving back to the club that had given so much to me.
We saved some money by buying all the boxes off of Craig’s list and driving the moving van ourselves. And my parents have been wonderfully gracious and have been very easy to live with, but it has been hard for me to live in a house that isn’t mine. I’m desperate for my own vegetable garden, my own plants to care for, my own walls to decorate and a kitchen with windows (we’re in the basement). And all of our normal family routines have been thrown upside down and sideways. I’m not complaining, but am just recognizing that it was more difficult of a transition that I had imagined. But I know that I’ve got it really, really good and am very blessed. Moving is never easy, though, is it? I’m incredibly happy to be back home, and have so enjoyed getting to see family members in the short time we’ve been here. I will always miss Pennsylvania and the wonderful friends I made there. There’s no place like home.