One year ago this past weekend we moved to Indy, leaving behind our 8 year comfort-zone of Columbus. WOW. What a (hard) year it has been. Jason and I were both reflective about this "anniversary" of sorts this weekend.
We left a house we had poured our heart and soul into (not to mention money), we left a phenomenal church family, and, most of all, we left friends. Lots and lots of very dear and very authentic friends. I don't often stop to think about all I left (because I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that it was God's will for us to move). But oh, how I still miss parts of it. Yes, we have new friends (a few). Yes, God has given us a wonderful place to call home, which is far better in many ways than our old house. True, I now get the wonderful privilege of staying home with two children. Yep, we're much closer to our extended families. And, recently we even found a great church to be part of.
But the fact still remains that with this step of faith came many sacrifices. I don't have a core group of friends (life group) to look forward to seeing at church each weekend. I have no one to scrapbook with me, or hang out at Starbucks with. I never get invited to Tastefully Simple parties or other home parties, where the main agenda is just being with girl friends. I don't get to chat daily with a "babysitter" who was like a second sister to me. I don't have a group of colleagues who make up an extended family of sorts. I don't have neighborhood friends who walk (or run) by my house and stop to chat and pray with me about life, or neighbors who love my children as if they were their own. And, perhaps what I miss most of all is, the lack of nights out with just the girls.
It's so true that you don't appreciate what you have until it's gone. To my dear friends whom I eluded to in this post, please know you're loved and missed more than words can ever say.