I definitely feel this way now. We will only be here for a year, and I don't love it. I'm not crazy about living in an apartment. I'm slow to make friends, so haven't really bothered doing it because we won't live here that long. I've been telling myself that it is just until the spring, then "real life can began." Part of my problem is that I set myself up for failure. We wanted to move close to family, so I went about 5 steps too far with dreaming. I thought about having family for birthday parties and seeing grandparents for the weekend. I've been feeling sorry for myself too long, and that's silly. That isn't to be right now, and that is ok. This IS real life, even if it isn't the life that I'd imagined for myself. I am going to focus on what is great right now, instead of just getting through life and thinking about all I am missing.
One way that I'm planning to do that is to write about the many things for which I am thankful. So, to begin:
- Allen has a good job that enables me to stay home with my children for another year.
- My daughter loves her preschool, both her teachers and her friends. I am grateful to have a place to take her which she loves.
- My husband understood the importance of a good sewing machine. And, because I am home, I have time to quilt.
- Autumn. My son is walking through crunchy leaves. We all are wearing jackets. Pumpkin soup (and muffins and pancakes,) molasses cookies, apple pie, and pecan bars.