When you move to a new place you never quite know how your transition will go. You don’t know how long the honeymoon period will last and you aren’t sure if moving to that place was a good choice. We experienced that when we move to Japan, and I had some of the same feelings when we moved here to Dallas.
It’s the little things that I notice that start to build, the transition so gradual I almost don’t realize it’s happening.
But one day I realized that I drove everywhere I needed to go without my GPS.
I have people over for dinner.
I invite other people that live here to events.
I sit in a room with people that were strangers three months ago and feel open enough to talk about my grandma and ugly cry on All Saints Day.
These are little moments, but those little moments add up and suddenly I realize that for now or for longer, this is my home.
I can’t lie and say I don’t miss Hiroshima, because I do, terribly. I can’t say I don’t miss Columbia and the people there. That kind of comes with the territory.
It’s nice to know, though, that no matter where we go, we can find a community and make a family.
Leaving is hard, moving is hard. But these cause a unique kind of growth that I am very grateful for.
Thank you for reading, there will be more updates soon on some of the things we’ve been doing here!