Feeling homesick

Why is it that once you get to where you think you want to be, you're suddenly sad for what you left? This past week we were able to see two sets of neighbors from our old house and it was just so wonderful to see all of them. Our friends the Montambo's came down for Emma's super small birthday party and the kids practically attacked each other when they got here. They were so excited to see them and it was bittersweet to watch. And then today our friends Beth and her son Conner came down to play for a couple of hours. It was just so great to see them and have the kids together again. I know the move was the right thing for our family, but it is still hard to know what we left behind. The good thing (and probably the only thing from making me completely losing it) is that they've all moved out of the neighborhood, too. So even if we hadn't moved, they still would have so we'd still be missing them but in a much smaller house. So it's all for the best, but it's still hard to be so far away from them. Both families moved further north of Charlotte, while we moved south, so we're a good hour from each other now. But hopefully we'll continue to make the drive to see each other because it's wonderful when we do. I know we'll soon make friends down here, too, but nothing will take their place. We've watched each others kids come into the world and grow up (just a bit). Nothing can replace those memories. It was a great place to live and raise our kids for the time we were there. But times change and needs change and you gotta do what you gotta do. We're very happy in our new home and neighborhood, and excited to see what God has in store for us here. I'm sure in a year's time we'll be saying we couldn't imagine living anywhere else.