Though we've moved 486 miles, as I look around I feel I am right at home. There are piles of laundry, walkways scattered with LEGOS, and K'Nex in the wash. It's a race to get the dinner dishes completed before it's time for stories and bed. And, my husband and my boys are right here with me.
Though, this place isn't home. Town feels awkward, the country feels unknown, and there are few friends to visit here. The parish is not customary, with a traveling priest and shifting mass times. There is a homeschool group that is highly organized but too far and another that is close, but just in the beginning stages. There is a longing for the community of friends we lovingly cultivated in the past.
I've longed to update you, dear reader, though I didn't know what to say. There were good days when I was filled with an "I can do this" attitude and there were other days that were less positive. I didn't want to riddle you with complaints of relocating, moving companies and stacks of boxes. Nor the prospect of meeting new friends, fitting in and feeling at home. I wasn't sure how to share the small joys of connecting with homeschoolers, library treasures, and opportunities that this area affords.
So, this morning, I've decided to simply post that I feel our family chaos is alive and well, though relocated two states West. We are schooling and baking and building and playing. And missing you.
Hope your school year has had a bright beginning! Blessings to you, from South Dakota!
