There is a definite downside to moving halfway across the country to be with the man that you love at the age of 27. You leave behind a lifetime worth of memories, and all of the people who made them with you. Like the one who helped you devour multiple cans of Planters Cheezballs on family road trips in the back of an ’89 Dodge Caravan. The one you played beauty parlor with in elementary school who gave you bangs, just because she could. The one you kidnapped on her sixteenth birthday, and at whose wedding you read Scripture. The one who shared your life day-in, day-out for over three years and who just KNEW he was going to pop the question on that final trip out to Colorado.
How do you match that in a new town? A new state? A new time zone? I’ve shed a few tears and mourned what I thought were losses many times since that move. But you know what? Every time I go home, they’re there. We pick up exactly where we left off. Sure, most of us are married now, and some of us have little ones (or are rocking that expectant mama glow!) But nothing can come between us. They are my forever friends. But more importantly, I’ve learned that you don’t make these kind of friends over night. Putting expectations like that on new-found friendships is bound to disappoint.
When I moved out here, it took me a long time to make even a few new friends, but I’ve done it now and am learning to be okay with taking things slowly. I no longer share my day-in, day-out life with those friends back home. It is a new group of women who are watching my son grow up. Women who may already have three or four of their own at home. And it’s okay that they don’t know my middle name and have never had dinner with my parents. Each season of life has its starring cast and supporting roles. As I spend more time with these wonderful new friends I’ve made, I learn to open up a little bit more. To share a little bit of my heart with them.
And as we pack up our house to embark on a double-move adventure (ha!), I am excited at the prospect of strengthening these friendships. We’ll be leaving our home in March, moving into an apartment temporarily for 6-8 months, then finally landing in our new home by the fall of this year. This new home is right in the heart of where the vast majority of my new friends live. We are so blessed to have found a community that cares for one another selflessly and immediately – the type of people who bring you meals after you’ve undergone surgery and prays for you whenever the need arises. I’ve prayed so long for the Lord to bring more forever friends into my life, and this move seems to be a huge answer to that prayer. And with that, I whisper a thank you to my God for friendships, both old and new, that show me His love and maybe even a tiny glimpse of what heaven might be like.