Tuesday evening I had received a message that the jr. high wrestling team where we used to live was coming to our new town for a meet. I was SO EXCITED! I looked forward to it literally all day, and I don't even overly like wrestling. But I was so excited to be able to go and see people I know who know me! That probably sounds a little ridiculous, but as I looked at the crowd from the "home" team, I literally knew not one single person...not the coaches, none of the parents, none of the wrestlers. Yet on the visiting side, I could name every wrestler, the coach was our former neighbor, and I got to sit and visit with the parents...people I used to see frequently. It was so fabulous to be able to do so.
When I came home and told Andrew about it, I began to cry. I didn't want to, but I did. It was just so nice to be known and recognized again...everyone needs that. I know that it will eventually happen here as well. I've become involved in band boosters, and eventually we will meet people through our kids and hopefully once we settle on a church that will also help. Andrew felt so badly last night about me crying, and I reassured him that I was still glad we made this move. I have never once questioned that this was the best decision for our family as a whole, and I know that eventually I will feel comfortable again. In the meantime, it was such an absolute treat to be able to see friendly familiar faces last evening!
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