I went to lunch with a good friend who’s recently made a big transition.
And she isn’t the biggest fan.
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life, this is me and Conner at a little class.
And I was hurled back to 2001.
We had just moved to California and I cried an awful lot.
I missed my family, I couldn’t make friends to save my life and every time I tried they immediately moved. I was working at a new hospital with new surroundings and a huge cultural change from where I was.
I hated it. I absolutely hated it, and I wondered how long we’d be there. Our big plan was a couple of years.
It probably took me a good 2 years to integrate.
In my defense I was working full/part time for a lot of the first year and I just am not cut out to parent and work like that. Even with just one child I call that my lost year, I don’t remember much of it.
But then I wondered to myself what made this trip different. I have had a few crying zag’s (anyone remember when I was bawling my eyes out in Relief Society — that’s the main one that comes to mind, I also got tearful at the kids school almost every time we went the first year). I guess the trick was me. And me knowing that my kids couldn’t have a mom who wished she was someplace else.
I think California helped a lot too. I learned how to make new friends, and be OK with the fact that they might move, and glad that we had the time that we did. I also think the internet has helped because I can still get support from old friends, when life isn’t quite the dream I was hoping for. Turns out, life isn’t their dream either.
So, when I face new transitions, I guess having faced other ones in the past makes it easier. What makes it easier for you?