I wrote this post four years ago on a different blog, when I'd been living in Virginia for about a year. This week I was talking with a friend who arrived in Crete just last month and is still living in the hotel. I was describing my own adjustment period, and it reminded me of these thoughts (and got me digging for this post). I'm nearly 18 months into Crete life, and the landscape from where I sit - now in Phase 3- looks *so* much different than it did this time last year. So.much.better. Without further ado.
Move much? I did, when I was a kid – every few years through elementary school. My dad worked for an international company, and by the time I was ten I had moved four times. I loved it and looking back on it, I’m glad we lived in a variety of places. It gave me an ability to adapt to new situations, a love of traveling, contacts all over the world, and a sense that the world is small enough to explore. At ten I moved to a Boston suburb where my parents still live, so in my adolescence and teenage-hood I gained a sense – and the benefits – of a life with roots and community.
I’ve lived most of my adult life in New England as well, pretty close to my parents and in-laws. But within the last six years, my husband and I have made two significant moves: the first to California and the second to Virginia. I was pro-move both times, and I like the adventure and life experience of adapting to a new place and community. And I’m glad for the places we get to live – great spots with a lot to offer. But man, moving is hard work and, at different times and ways along the process, it can really do a number on you.Read More