Well for those of you that haven't heard....
Matthew and I bid farewell to our alma mater, Bowling Green State University, last month. It has definetly been a difficult adjustment. We've both experienced some things that we really didn't expect.
Before leaving Bowling Green, Matt and I seemed to spend most of our time outside enjoying downtown. In the winter, we'd walk in the foot of snow down to one of the many (and I mean MANY) coffeeshops and play Battleship while the snow fell. In the spring and summer months we would run or jog, depending on our mood at the moment, to our local library and pick up the items on hold, or take a brisk walk to Myle's Dairy Queen for a good ol' 75 cent cone and green slushy. Or we'd try to relive our college years and walk through campus, remembering the many memories when life was easy, and dissappointments were few.
Moving to the Dayton area has openend our eyes to some things though. I'm definetly happy to be here, closer to my family. But it's definetly been a difficult transition. We've experienced some things in just these few short weeks that was definetly unexpected. We didn't realize just how much some things affected our daily lives.
We were talking the other day and we've begun to realize that we really don't have our "own lives" since we've moved. When we lived in Bowling Green, we didn't have people there that were permanent residents. We experienced things that no one else that was close to us expereinced. We still talked to our college friends, but the friends that were the closest to us all lived in Toledo. There lives were drastically different from ours. Our lives were drastically different from both sides of our families daily lives We went to places that no one else closest to us went too. Our frustrations, exciting moments....etc...were our own. And all ours. But since we've moved, we don't have as many unique moments. Of course we live in different towns from our families, but our experiences are not unique. When we talk about certain places, our family has been to those places. When we talk about certain things, we don't have to explain what we are talking about. They already know what we're talking about. It definetly has it's own unique charm to it but in a way it's rather bittersweet.
The effect of not being at our old church "CedarCreek" is different as well. The sense of community is different at our new church. While it is exciting to experience a new church and meet new people, it's still somewhat difficult.
By writing all of this, I definetly don't mean to be complaining. That is not my goal. I just wanted to express that it is really different, with only a 120 mile difference. In someways it seems that we've moved halfway around the world.
We're excited for the new change, and the new things that God is going to do in our lives, building character through hardships and dissappointments. But we'll also miss our first "home" together...Good ol' BG.....