Transitions

I never remembered moving when I was a child and now I understand why. It's painful to make a transition from one place to another; I dont mean physically I was in pain, I mean emotionally I was confused, irritated and powerless over the decision to move. 

When I moved in 2010 I was looking for a neighborhood with friendly outcomes, a solid school for my son and close to a grocery store.  My son was young enough where this was the only home he would grow to know and together we would embrace this new life change. 

As he has gotten older, I have realized that it takes quite some time after a move to really plant some roots.  I moved a lot growing up and embracing the strength in stillness is akward for me.  I am the kind of person with one foot out the door always and badly wanted to make a change towards having and then creating a home; this would require a decision to stay. 

We are coming up on our second year in our home and I am just now getting comfortable.  My son has made friends with neighborhoods kids and we are known by our first names at our grocery store.  I had to be willing to make the decision to stay, even though my bare bones were telling me to go; transitions seem simple but they are never easy.  We have grown a few new family roots; staying put has made all the difference and it feels good to have a mat in front of our door that says "Welcome Home".