lonely

I feel lonely. Of course, part of this is normal, given the fact that we just moved 2,000 miles away from "home," family and friends a few months ago. I realized something deeper, though, as I tried to ask myself specifically who or what I was missing. I became increasingly aware that, aside from my dear family (whom I miss terribly), I don't miss anyone else in particular. I don't mean that I don't miss anyone. More like I miss everyone. Some more than others, but more than that, I just miss having people around. I miss friends hanging out at my house. I miss being involved in people's lives.

I know these things take time to rebuild, but I'm really feeling sad about the bridges we've burned. Got a call this week from a really special friend, and we seem to be going through similar emotions on opposite sides of the country. I don't know if it made me feel better or worse to talk to her, but I'm really glad we reconnected. This life is not lived in a bubble. My decisions affect those around me, people I love, and their choices affect me too. I'm always afraid of making the wrong choice, and I can't help but have lots of regrets about moving to Georgia, even though I like it here.

We have really connected with some neighbors; others we're getting acquainted with through taking walks to play tennis at the park and hosting playgroup. I hope and pray that God gives me the strength to keep building, and the wisdom to learn from the past, not to forget where I came from or how I got here.