I left Nashville four weeks ago today. And my transition for the most part has been surprisingly smooth.
That doesn’t mean that I don’t have mornings, like this one, where I wake up aching to turn the clock back four weeks and relish in a place that I know and that I feel known.
That is the hardest part about moving…the constant uncertainty. That everything, and I mean everything, is new.
Don’t get me wrong, I love exploring. I love meeting new people. And I love an adventure.
But there are days when I just want to know the fastest way to get from point A to point B. There are days when I just want to be able to stroll into church on Sunday morning and see more friends than strangers. There are days when I just want to savor old routines instead of going through the hassle of establishing new ones. And mostly there are days, when I just want to know and be known.
Have you moved? What did you think was the hardest part?