About two months ago my husband was offered a fabulous job, the kind of job that would be great for his career. The not-so-fabulous part? The job was more than 6 hours from our home in a city and state where we literally knew no one. It was a hard decision, but after much consideration we decided to go for it.
For so many reasons, it felt like the right thing to do. I am not working right now, so my career wouldn't be affected. The twins are too young to even realize we are moving. My husband was excited about the new opportunity. And, while our old insurance covered 0% of infertility treatments, this new job came with a plan that covers 80%...seriously...80%. If we want to try to add to our family, we can actually somewhat afford it now.
So, last week we left our comfy little home, the place where we've been for 11 years, and ventured into the unknown. I know that eventually this place will become home. That we will find friends and community and favorite places. But right now I feel lonely. I miss my house, my routines, and knowing how to get to Target without breaking out the GPS. I know this will pass, but that doesn't make it less difficult, does it?