I know this is all temporary. I will adjust to my new life, and once we move into our house I will have my own home. My routine. I hope.
And yes, we found a house. House hunting was stressful. Making an offer on the house was stressful. Thinking about moving is stressful. Moving into a neighborhood where we know no one is stressful.
The combination of all of this missing and stressing has left me feeling very out of sorts.
On the bright side, I've just finished a weekend filled with fun social engagements. A get-together at my friend Cindi's. A birthday party for Clare's 3-year-old second cousin. Dinner out with the girls. Brunch with my sister and brother-in-law, followed by a trip to the Como Park Conservatory. Dinner out with my mother-in-law and some of her friends.
So really, why I am complaining? Who cares if I don't meet anyone in my new neighborhood? It's not like this is a place filled with strangers - there are many familiar faces and dear friends to see.
But yet. I feel strange.
And now, since I hate to end on a sour note, a video of Clare singing "Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes."