I have a secret…
…that I’m going to reveal here. I don’t know why it should be a big deal…but, it is to me. I’m afraid to admit this. Maybe it’s because I’m afraid of what people will say. “I told you so.” “You’ve made your bed…now lie in it.” Or worse, yet, “Well, all you need to do is ________________________________ and everything will be all better.” Or maybe I’m afraid that people will think I’m weak.
However, as I contemplate my little secret, I realize that I’m being silly and that this is a natural reaction to people who have relocated to another part of the country. I knew this would happen. Everybody else knew this would happen. So, why is it so hard for me to admit?
You’ve probably figured out my secret by now…but, here it goes:
I’m homesick.
I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss my house. I miss my mountains. I miss Dutch Bros., Red Robin, Fred Meyer and Carl’s Jr.
I watch Little People, Big World every week in hopes of catching glimpses of things familiar to Oregon. I read Donald Miller books because of his little comments thrown in periodically of things/places/people in Oregon.
I have no regrets. I don’t feel for one second that we made a wrong choice to move here. Our life is not ideal here…but, we believe we are here for a reason. But, at times, I can’t help but think about what we had and what we’ve said goodbye to.
Don’t tell anybody my secret, O.K?
