something about being far away from home (home being chicago, of course) as the holiday season began, started to get me down last week.
my week of vacation, during which i was finally able to slow down and relax a little, was followed by a week of very little travel for work. nice as it was, it also left my mind free to finally realize
just how much i miss my seeing, and being with, my friends and family.
you see, for a while after we moved, i was
finding myself back in chicago every few weeks, so the experience of moving 2,000 miles away was
just a little bit cushioned. following this "transition" came almost 2 months of no trips back. and with it, a noticeable lapse in communication with folks back home (and i fully admit that i am as much to blame as anyone), no more
marathon to train for, the reality of not being able to get together with
anyone easily, missing out on things i wanted to be a part of, and then,
our first holiday in california.
i started to feel very, very
, far, far away. and the sadness hit like a ton of bricks.
i've never lived away from home before. i went to
college 15 minutes from my parents house, and since we've been married, mark and i have
never lived more than an hour away from the people that we care about most. so this has been a first for me, and all-of-a-sudden, all at once, the reality of
distance set in.
i started to notice that i didn't have much energy to do anything. after a day of sitting at the computer, all i wanted to do was take a nap. and with mark working some nights, i was especially lonely. i found myself in tears one night, wondering things like
does anyone even miss us? and
can't we just pick up and go home? thankfully, i have a wonderful and supportive husband who held me as i cried, and even cried with me (until we were both laughing:), reminding me that these feelings are normal.
and the next day, i spent a few hours re-connecting with my
dearest, oldest friend.
and then i got an e-mail from my mom that reminded me that i'm at the top of her list.
and the next day, we got a call from our friend, and
church choir director from home, just to see how things were going with us.
and then my brother, brandon, called and we spent a long time catching up and planning for Christmas.
and to top it all off, i
also found out, that work will be bringing me back to chicago even sooner than our planned Christmas trip!
and so, i feel a million times better.
isn't God good? He knows
exactly what we need,
exactly when we need it, and He always, always
, ALWAYS provides.