I have heard and read that it takes about 6 months after each move before you feel at home in your new town. Well March is my 6th month and I finally feel like we might make it! We spent 8 months down in Florida while my husband finished school and we never got fully plugged in because leaving was so close from the moment we moved in. By the time we got here I was already 8 months without real friends, so I tried to dive right in and get plugged in as quickly as I could. We’re church going folk, so the first thing I knew we should do was find a church…and fast! I also wanted to get to know other spouses with my husband’s command. Being a shore command that is small with many very small departments there doesn’t seem to be a spouse group or anything. So it was up to me to find community. I needed people; like real, I can touch, kind of people! Slowly but surely I kept showing up at get togethers and I kept meeting new people, but it was about 2 weeks ago I realized those people were becoming friends. Real, I could pinch myself, kind of friends! We’ve had friends over for food and games. I even have a friend who is doing a workout plan with me. We’re babysitting next week and a few weeks ago we borrowed an air mattress from someone else. I realized instead of having to do it all alone, I have friends now to lean on and they can lean on me. We’re all without family close by, so we’re becoming family. They’re kids are taking up residence in my heart and I hope they same for my kids with them. My kids have not just made friends with kids their own age, but fallen head over heels for some precious toddlers. My 10 year old son is enjoying “babysitting” an adorable 2 year old while we workout. (above picture) I even get to go on a girls night out next week! Can you hear me squeal?!?
What they say is true, or at least it was for me this first time around. It takes about 6 months to feel like you’re in a community when you move. Now we’re entering another phase in military life. Now that I’ve made friends some are getting ready to PCS. One family leaves in May and another in August. We’ll miss our new friends, even though a month ago I couldn’t point them out in a crowd. The bright side is we have facebook so we can stay connected. We’ll also have that many more friends spread across this country of ours. So now when we travel we might know people all along the way. We’ll run into them again, it’s a small world! Today I won’t think about May or August, today I think about that workout I’ve got to do so my workout buddy won’t have to yell at me! I’ll think about that baby due right before the family is set to PCS (they’ll need a baby holder while movers are there, right?!?!) I’ll think about Monday night women’s fellowship and GNO on Thursday night! I’ll think about dinner with friends tomorrow and a rousing game of Ticket to Ride. I’m gonna make it. My poor husband doesn’t have to be the only adult I talk to each day. It’s amazing how slow 6 months seemed to go, yet now looking back how those 6 months actually just flew past. So be encouraged if you’re only one month, one day, one minute into your new town. You’ll make it.