Finding My Purpose
How does this pertain to relocation? Simple, when you move your entire world is shook up. What you thought someone needed you for in the old life, they don’t need in the new one. Everyone needs to have a purpose on this planet, and it is vital in exploring what yours is upon moving to a new city or state.
When I lived in Appleton, I had a purpose. Besides being wife and mom, I worked pretty much full-time, on top of volunteering at my local Shelter and being active in my Church. I felt people relied on me and that most of the time I came through for everyone who crossed my path. When you have this dream of moving, all you see it THAT dream. I dreamt of days where I could walk into MK anytime I wanted, and I can and do. But my life is more than Mickey, and I am trying to find where I fit anymore.
Some may say, “What does she have to complain about?” and to those people I say “I am human.” Even after 100 days of living here, I am still struggling to relax. Craig has never once looked back, while I am constantly wondering what all my old friends are up to. I thought making new friends would help this, but what I loved about my old friends I still haven’t found in my new. It doesn’t mean I don’t love mine here, it just means that I am having a hard time with the distance from the others.
Craig works every week day, even some weekends, while both kids have school. After cleaning the house, doing some yard work, and making sure everyone is set, I sit in the living room and wonder “What now?” I have no interest in a job right now, as Kyra still needs rides to and from school. Good friends have already plugged themselves into a church, so hopefully after Moms visit we can go and meet others outside the Disney community. I hope to volunteer at Give Kids the World soon as well, I just have to get the ambition too.
For the past couple of days I feel like I am covered with a blanket of sadness, and I can’t break the funk I am in. When I get sad or depressed, I tend to turn to everything I’m not happy with in my life. I know God is there for me, but the sadness sometimes is quite easy to give in to. Why should I be sad, I live next to WDW? I have a family who loves me, how dare I, right? If I had a clue of why I am I wouldn’t be anymore.
I love blogging about relocating, but even more, life. Life is messy folks, and even mine is nowhere near perfect. I struggle with home sickness, and I WISH I could be that strong pillar for you all and say I don’t, but I do. It makes me smile every time you comment, every time you pm me, every time you text. It is nice to know people care, and I really do appreciate it. I am sure that once my Mom gets here that I will feel better and enjoy that piece of home I so desperately need right now. Enjoy your day.