Just writing...

We went to Applebee's the other night.  When leaving I told my hubby it was nice to be at a place that was somewhat "familiar" because we would go to the nearest Applebee's every now and then before we moved.  But then, it triggered something in me and I pretty much burst into tears.  I said, "Maybe it wasn't such a good idea because I'm now reminded more than ever how much I miss everything in Pullman."

Today I woke up missing all that was familiar in my life in Pullman.  I missed my house(our 1st house as a married couple), my friends, church and the beginning of the snow season that created such fun memories. I know my hubby feels the same because he actually said something along the lines about not minding shoveling snow again.  I never thought I'd hear him utter those words.

And, instead of pushing down my feelings, I realize I need to let myself grieve the loss I'm feeling.  It is a loss.  A loss I feel deeply as if someone has taken away a piece of me I can't get back.  In my heart I know it was time to move on, but that doesn't change what I feel. And yet, just writing those words has been healing for me.

I know God brought us here for a reason.  I also have to remind myself we've moved 2 times in the last 5 months and I'm still getting settled into this apartment.  Along with the fact that we are preparing for the arrival of child #2.  My daughter misses her friends and is trying to comprehend what it will be like to have a baby brother.  And, the list could go on and on...

At the same time I think about all the transition we are going through, I also realize we are doing well getting established.  We found a church home quickly and  are making friends.  I found a great bible study I'm enjoying and my daughter loves too! Family is nearby.  My hubby has a good job.  God is providing all our needs. I have a lot to be thankful for and joyful about!

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