I don’t think I mentioned it here (only on the house blog), but the kids and I have been visiting my parents since late Sunday night.  We’re heading back this morning, and while I’m looking forward to seeing my dear husband again, I can’t say I’m particularly looking forward to going back otherwise.  As much as I try to maintain perspective and all, well, it is hard to live this life, harder than what I am used to.  In the tents it was much more of an adventure than it feels like now.

When I was here I not only got to visit with my parents and enjoy their spacious house, I also went to my old book group and to the homeschool park day we used to go to every week.  Most of the regulars were there, and it was great to see them all…  but it also made me realize how much I miss them!   I’ve never been very good at making friends or finding a community, and I think this is the first time I’ve really done so since college.  I’m sure I’ll get there in our new home, but the whole stumbling around, trying to figure out how to do it part is always rather tiresome and  frustrating.

Well, time to keep loading up the car so we can get on the road.  If anyone has any tips on how to find friends, I’d love to hear them.  :-)