On our second full day here, I was sitting in the park, watching the kids play. The weather was beautiful, and I found myself thinking, "I'm not going to want to leave here."
We've moved a lot: six different states/countries in the time we've been married, plus a couple of home changes at those places. I don't move well. I can unpack quickly, even have a bit of a system, (though there always ends up with unpacked boxes somewhere.) That's not the part I mean. I tend to be "homesick" for the last place, the old friends, old job, etc. I eventually settle in, make friends, and the new place is home.
I have barely gotten things in order. We don't have living room furniture. I haven't actually met anyone, much less made friends. Somehow, I feel differently here. I know, I've been here less than a week, but the place has definitely made a very positive impression so far. I'm not even sure what it is that I like so much.
Ashlyn makes friends in just seconds, though. Today she just started running after a girl about her age. They were giggling and holding hands. Ashlyn came to tell me that she had a friend. She never learned her name, but still talked about her friends at the park. She included two other little girls who she just saw there. From a child who didn't speak AT ALL at daycare for the first 3 years of her life, she has really blossomed into a friendly little thing. She tells people on the elevator or park, that her "dog is Ranger, and he belongs to her. But she doesn't have two dogs, just one. Granny has two dogs. Her name is Joy. Her dogs are Bubba and Penny. This is my brother. He's Christopher. I'm big, but he's little...."