It's Been a Year

It's been a year since we said "see ya' later" to some of our best friends, since our babies last slept in our Camden home, and we moved away from the place we called home for nearly 14 years.

Some days the pain of being gone hits harder than others. Some days I don't notice it at all. Moving so quickly, leaving family, friends, co-workers, our church, all while in the midst of a pandemic. I  feel like we barely got to say goodbye. 
It feels like time has stood still, and flown by at a million miles an hour, all at the same time. I barely remember the 6 weeks we spent living in a temporary apartment. I do know I nearly went crazy, but we did survive it. It's like my mind and body were in complete survival mode.

Sometimes it feels like we're only living here in Massachusetts temporarily; like we're visiting. It's hard to describe. We're having fun, making memories, and having new adventures. But it's also hard to find a place to fit in or meet anyone; make friends.
Today, for one of the first times, I felt a little bit of normalcy. The kids had friends over, laughter and music filled the house, and I know things are going to continue to get easier and better. 


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