It hits at the weirdest times. I fully expect the homesickness to set in during holidays or when I'm missing something that the entire family is gathering for or when I'm frustrated. But sometimes it just sneaks up and catches me off-guard.
at McDonald's before fall festival
Last night we took the kids to a fall festival around here and we were behind a young family on the way out. The mom turned out and said, "We'll see you at our house."
Sienna bunny
Bam. There it was. That feeling in my stomach that just aches. Just hearing those words caused me to realize all we've left behind. We don't have a house anymore to invite people to. We aren't close enough to our family to have them over and our good friends are far away as well. Most of the time, I'm at ease. I'm comfortable with our decisions and I'm confident that God has brought us down this exact path. But every once in a while, it just grabs you.
playing throw the bean bag in the bucket game
all 4 at the festival
Do you have any strategies for dealing with homesickness?