Displaced

It’s been over 5 months since we left Texas.

Five months to find a new place for Chinese take out (it took ALMOST THAT long). Five months to find a church we like (but not nearly as much as our previous one). Five months of meeting new people and finding our way around town.

We’re getting pretty settled and keeping busy especially now, with the holidays in full force.

However, there are times that I still can’t help thinking about “what could have been.”

We moved because my husband got a job offer that was just too good to turn down.

We did NOT move because we were unhappy where we were. And that part is still hard.

So I wonder,

Who’s raking the leaves that sit in my old front yard?

And Who’s sitting at the desk in the Kindergarten class where my son was supposed to sit?

Who’s being loved on instead by the “twos” teacher at our church where Little G was supposed to go?

Who’s talking to my friends on the playground after we get the kids from class?

Who’s running on the treadmill that I used to run on at the health club?

Who’s singing in the church choir in my stead?

Who’s smiling at my favorite cashier at my old grocery store?

Who’s getting the mail out of the beautiful stone mailbox I had built last Spring? (and perhaps still getting a few old pieces for me too…)

Who’s eating at my favorite local Italian restaurant and partaking of one of their yummy Peach Belinis?

Who’s driving the same roads day in and day out that I drove, taking my children places, going shopping and to dinner with friends?

I know all these things don’t really matter because I do believe I’m where I am supposed to be. Where He wants me to be, but still, sometimes I just can’t help but wonder…