As a preface, I tell clients that my training is in making observation of patterns of behavior and thought, and drawing educated conclusions from those observations. That is how I think...I observe patterns.
The topic of moving is VERY fresh and on my mind, since we are in the settling-in phase of a move. We are feeling our way around a new area, learning streets, where the good restaurants are, where to grocery shop, finding doctors, and gas stations, and church, and friends. This is always a mixed bag of sadness, and excitement, and anxiety.
From the moment of arrival at the new, empty house, all the way through until the last box is unpacked (HA!!), this process is hard. We are exhausted from whatever travel we have had to do. We are all overworked with the packing process, cleaning out the old place, disposing of things that didn't make the cut, and saying farewells to places and people who have been important to us. We are emotionally wrung-out from everything, and on edge about what the newest adventure will hold.
We are a military family. By usual standards, we move a LOT. In counting back over 26 years, Jason and I have lived in 18 different houses, in 6 states. We have a lot of experience with what it takes to get through a move. We may be short with each other, and grumpy, and eat too much pizza, but we survive each and every move.
In addition to all of the newness of a new state, new service providers, new environs....the hardest is always the making of new friends. We are ALWAYS the outsiders. This is harder on some family members than others....the more extroverted family members tend to find it easier to jump in with both feet, seeming to instantly make connections, while others take a while to warm up to and make friends with these new people. Some areas seem to make it more difficult to make friends...perhaps being less used-to having military families around means that there is less expectation of making quick connections. As a military family, we KNOW the importance of making connections quickly, both of the networking variety, and of the friendship variety.
We were sitting around our dining table the other night, talking about expectations, and how challenging it is that our expectations are ALWAYS wrong. This is something I have struggled with for the entirety of our married life, and applies very aptly to this discussion. In all of our 18 different locations, I have had expectations based on others' experiences of moving....the proverbial "welcome-to-the-neighborhood cookies/pie/meal". That has NEVER happened. NOT ONE TIME. Never has anyone noticed the moving vans and come to knock on the door to even say "welcome". NOT ONE TIME.
Now, I know this is not a universal experience. I know that there ARE welcoming people, and that those stereotypes/expectations are there for a reason...there ARE places and times that this happens. It just has not happened for our family. And that is a challenge for me...because some day, we will no longer be the perpetually-new people on the block, and I can be the one sending over cookies, and inviting the new neighbors for dinner or coffee.
I genuinely look forward to that day!!
Saturday, February 17, 2018
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