Thinking on a Rainy Day

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I have toyed around for some time now about starting a blog.  I have family and friends scattered everywhere, and I thought it might be a good way to keep people informed of what my family and I are up to.  I was thinking this morning while it was raining outside and I was looking around at my half unpacked house.  I was thinking about my life in general and started typing a Facebook post.  The post kept getting longer and longer, and I thought, “Well, today is the day!  This post is way too long and I will start that blog!”.  

This morning I have been thinking about how blessed I am, and what a crazy ride my life has been so far.  I have wonderful kids, wonderful family, and so many wonderful friends.  I have seen things and places in this life that I would never have dreamed of seeing when I was younger.  

However, it has also had a double edged sword for me.  The kids, Mr. Texas, and I have missed out on so many things with family.  Sometimes I wish the kids could have the same sense of home and roots that I had growing up.  I wish they could see their cousins and grandparents as often as I got to.  For some reason, to me a visit home once a year does not seem to be enough for them to get these things.  Last but not least, sometimes I wish I could just have my own house that I know I will be in for a while and can paint whatever color I want without having to worry about putting it back.  That last one is silly I know, but it is something I want and I know a population of people can identify with.  

Anyone who knows me knows that I do not often speak about my religious beliefs, political beliefs, or beliefs in general.  These are things that I normally keep close to my own heart.  However, I guess what I am trying to say today is that I know that God has a plan for me, even if I have no clue what it could be.  I know that he has brought every single person into my life for a reason, and for that I am so thankful I could just burst.  Whether you were brought into my life to be a friend, a mentor, or even to teach me a lesson, I have been blessed to know you.  Please know that even if I do not keep in touch like I should, that each and every one of you crosses my mind at some point and I give thanks for you.  I give thanks for you, times we have shared, and experiences we have yet to have.  I give thanks for places we have seen, lived, and adventures we have had.

I suppose that I am having these thoughts today since once again, my family and I are starting over.  We have just made a giant move from the lovely islands of Hawaii to Maryland.  Mr. Texas is getting settled at his new job, my oldest son is getting settled at his new school, and so far the youngest and I are at home together.  I am still trying to unpack our belongings that make an empty house a home.  Trying once again to be creative with a rental house to make it feel like ours.  I am looking for a new job.  I am also looking to see what options are available in our new area to go about making some new friends for my family and myself.  

That is probably one of the hardest parts about moving.  You make great friends, you leave them, and then you go through this gap where it is just you and your family.  We love each other, love spending time together, but eventually we all get tired of staring at each other until we get some friends.  

For the first time since we were first married and living in Florida, Mr. Texas and I are not living on base.  (In case you skipped the About Me portion of this page, Mr. Texas is a Navy man…)  This can make things a little bit more difficult in meeting people right away.  Our neighbors are very nice, but neither of them have children anywhere near the same age as our boys.  The oldest should have no problem with this between school and getting started in a new Cub Scout pack.  He is not shy and is pretty outgoing.  Mr. Texas seems to be meeting a couple of people at work, but we shall see how that goes.  That leaves Little Guy and I.  Little Guy just missed the cut off for kindergarten and was very upset about that.  I am in the process of also trying to find him a PreK to attend, but until then, he is stuck with me.  I have been researching some things for the two of us until school and a job happen, but I am making myself get the house unpacked first.  Ha!  I type that and I realize I am starting this blog so I don’t have to go finish the play room.  I have not opened Pinterest yet, so I guess that is a small victory.  *grins*  

I suppose I should quit chattering on and go unpack.  Now that I have wasted half of the day, I should go accomplish something besides starting this blog and emailing my resume to a couple of people.  

This displaced Texan has a home to make, ya’ll!      

 

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3 responses »

  1. Yay, I love that you started a blog! I look forward to following your family’s adventures in Maryland. And I hope to see some of your craftiness, too!

  2. Definitely a double-edged sword, but I can tell you as a military brat, I don’t regret my childhood of moves. I now make friends quickly, and have a well-rounded mind from meeting so many different people. Sure, I get anxious whenever I move, as I am still not settled somewhere. The anxiety comes from not knowing what will make it in the move. Silly, but since places don’t carry much meaning, my stuff does. I imagine it’s harder as a mom than a child. I wish you the best in your adventures!

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