We have just completed our third week here in Lincoln. It seems hard to believe that soon we will have lived here for an entire month – a bittersweet milestone in and of itself.
I’m still suffering pretty acutely from homesickness. Sadly, I think it’s going to take more than a month to get over that. Daily I have to restrain myself from the urge to childishly stomp my feet and wail at the top of my voice – when at Target, at the grocery store, driving around town – “But it’s not the same!”.
Sigh.
The girls, on the other hand, are doing amazingly well considering the huge amount of chaos and life upheaval they’ve just been through. Everything they’ve ever known has changed, and they are handling it beautifully. Their calm acceptance of the situation has been one of the biggest ways we’ve seen God caring for us throughout this time. It’s made the transition so much easier. Although, I have to admit, Todd and I had a bit of a laugh one night about a week in when they both started asking when we were going home. Apparently, they were thinking maybe we were on an extended vacation of some sort. Not so much, sweet girlies.
Iris had her first day of school at her new preschool this past Monday. She was fine. Again, nary a tear. I, again, was weepy. For some reason, Iris going to a new school has been the thing that has crushed me lately. I’m sure it has something to do with the issues I’m having with letting go. I imagine I'll be equally as weepy when we get new doctors, change our licenses, get new library cards – you know, when we start doing all the things that mean we are beginning to establish ourselves here.
So that’s kind of where we are at the moment. It's been very nice to find out that Lincoln is still familiar almost eight years later. It's all coming back. And our little rental house is cozy (literally! It's barely 700 sq. ft) and becoming more home-like by the week.
We're hanging in there, despite homesickness and being buried under piles of snow and bitter cold, just taking it one day at a time.
I’m still suffering pretty acutely from homesickness. Sadly, I think it’s going to take more than a month to get over that. Daily I have to restrain myself from the urge to childishly stomp my feet and wail at the top of my voice – when at Target, at the grocery store, driving around town – “But it’s not the same!”.
Sigh.
The girls, on the other hand, are doing amazingly well considering the huge amount of chaos and life upheaval they’ve just been through. Everything they’ve ever known has changed, and they are handling it beautifully. Their calm acceptance of the situation has been one of the biggest ways we’ve seen God caring for us throughout this time. It’s made the transition so much easier. Although, I have to admit, Todd and I had a bit of a laugh one night about a week in when they both started asking when we were going home. Apparently, they were thinking maybe we were on an extended vacation of some sort. Not so much, sweet girlies.
Iris had her first day of school at her new preschool this past Monday. She was fine. Again, nary a tear. I, again, was weepy. For some reason, Iris going to a new school has been the thing that has crushed me lately. I’m sure it has something to do with the issues I’m having with letting go. I imagine I'll be equally as weepy when we get new doctors, change our licenses, get new library cards – you know, when we start doing all the things that mean we are beginning to establish ourselves here.
So that’s kind of where we are at the moment. It's been very nice to find out that Lincoln is still familiar almost eight years later. It's all coming back. And our little rental house is cozy (literally! It's barely 700 sq. ft) and becoming more home-like by the week.
We're hanging in there, despite homesickness and being buried under piles of snow and bitter cold, just taking it one day at a time.
