Things aren’t really the same anymore. But they aren’t really different either.
And in the midst of this strange place, I find myself in a bit of a “funk” trying to feel my way around all of this newness.
My house is the same, but it is different. The same mess of legos still clutters the floor, but the floor layout is different. The same stuff fills the rooms, but I don’t always know the place it belongs.
Homeschooling is the same, but it is different. Math, History, Science and the rest haven’t changed, but our support groups are gone. Our regular field trips and activities AND WASHINGTON DC are too far away. Homeschool Days at the Science museum came and went in September. I won’t be planning the Baltimore Aquarium Field trip. It is time to wade into new ones and find out what is here.
Shopping is the same, but it is different. I still have Harris Teeter, Target, and Lowes. But they aren’t in the same familiar places and I never run into a friend or someone I know.
Laundry is the same, but it is different. The clothing is still dirty from the same six folks, but it is upstairs and I am the one doing it. (My husband jokes that he loves these new machines because they do the laundry themselves…cause “his” chore has been adopted into my new routines)
Friends are the same, but they are different. People are welcoming, friendly and fabulous, but they haven’t known me for years. I hear stories of their familiarity and it reminds me of those who are so familiar to me.
My kids are the same, but they are different. They are still K, T, D, and C but the move has brought different angles of their personalities and needs into full view. Their lives have been shaken up a bit and we hear new worries and new excitements.
Daily life is the same, but it is different. It’s still us. We still eat meals, tackle schoolwork, play sports, and complete chores. But underneath it all is a level of unfamiliarity that creeps into my conscious.
It’s all still very surreal to me.
I lived in the same 20 mile radius for my entire life.
Three hundred miles later, nothing is familiar, yet so much is.