It creeps up on me every once in a while, completely blind-siding me, and leaving me with a lump in my throat. I miss Washington. I’ve done this moving out-of-state thing a couple times before, and I knew it would take a little time before the reality of leaving my own reality would set in. And it has become real. Our everything has changed. Its the strangest thing. We have so many loved ones here, and are really starting to settle into a rhythm in our household. We are familiar with the area (like, blindfold me and I could get you to the beach and 3 different Starbucks, familiar). We love our home, love the weather, love the company . . . so when feelings of loneliness and homesick-ness creep up, I don’t know what to do with it, and am only now giving it the attention that it deserves.
I suppose I owe this new-found awareness to Starbucks, and their ever-impressive marketing. I just walked into the store to grab a mocha, and passed through two huge "Pike Place Roast" signs, and was instantly overwhelmed with memories. Memories of the obvious . . . trip after trip to Seattle . . . drinking coffee that tastes just like its supposed to . . . cheering for a so-so team at the most beautiful ballpark in the country . . . sunny days in the middle of Spring. I’m ok with missing those. I can go back and experience these for years down the road.
Maybe I’m starting to mourn the things that will continue to grow and change . . . without the Williams family . . . without me. I miss my friends. I miss hearing more of their stories . . . rejoicing and being angry with them. I miss the family who helped us cope with not having our own close by, who wouldn’t have Josh and I (and later, Abby) find ourselves alone on a holiday. I miss listening to a group of people play/worship like I have never seen before. I miss the raw feelings worn on the sleeve of a small church community.
Some of our dear friends are in the process of buying their first home. I won’t be at their housewarming. Other friends just met their second-born. We missed that too. We’ve prayed for, still another family, who has been fighting with the Nicaraguan government to bring their 3 adopted sons home. The process is almost over, and we won’t be there to love all over the boys.
I know. That’s life. I am so thankful that God continues to provide just what we need. We are blessed more than we could have imagined. We have laughed a lot. Played a lot. Josh and I have even started dating again, thanks to the loving, gentle hands of our kiddos’ amazing Grandparents.
But, I’m a bit homesick.
(Dear friends in Washington, you know who you are. We miss you. Send a message and let us know how you are. If you don’t, I’m pretty sure I’ll stop blogging 😉 .)