Moving Back

Well, the truth that I've found is that moving is hard no matter what. I guess I was expecting moving home to be easier than moving to a new place. Not so, however. While we were gone our ward was absorbed into another ward which then split. So we came home to a new ward and while we still know a lot of people, it is not the same. Even after a few months I still feel like a visitor. Old friends have become casual acquaintances at best. They say "Hi" when they see you, but that's about it. Having Ben gone to Idaho has made me realize just how much I depended on his outgoing, friendly personality. It turns out that on my own I'm kind of a hermit and recluse. Of course, being a single, homeschooling mom of five children doesn't really help to ease the feeling of isolation. Okay, Okay, life isn't all bad, I mean we still have a home and Ben still has a job and I still have my sanity. Maybe I should lose the sanity and start talking to myself and then it wouldn't feel so lonely around here. I guess I never realized that the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days Alexander talked about weren't so bad. It's the weeks, and months you have to watch out for!