Growing up I did stuff like this:
|Al and I in Junior Riding club|
|The fish I caught one summer after work while fishing with my dad.|
It was a requirement in our family if you caught you cleaned something
that scared my college roommates at first.
|Sometimes for special occasions Dad would take us out target shooting.|
Back to me getting off on the Belt way. I got off at what I thought was my exit. But headed West instead of East I was miles from the right direction. I panicked and couldn't remember what my address was and what the number of the main roads we were off of. I didn't have my cellphone, I knew I was going to be lost forever!
I remembered that the complex had given us a keychain with our address on it. I was creeping down the road just trying to find something familiar that was even remotely close to the number listed on the keychain, when I realized I was holding traffic up. I got back up to speed and turned left because it seemed like I needed to head more toward the mountains. At this point I was completely frazeled.
Then I saw:
|Source: Desert News Utah's first flex lane systems|
This is a metaphor for how I feel right now. I feel a little lost, frazzled.
I miss going out to the apartment playground and having an insta play date by sending a text or knock on the door of my friends by inviting them to join us.
I also miss my neighborhood quilt/craft shop, Porters. It was Al and I's favorite store to just go window shopping in and we got some of our best crafting ideas from just browsing.
The other day I had a yummy burrito at a local Mexican restaurant that made me feel a little bit more at home.
What do you to make yourself more at home in a new area or new sort of environment? Would love to hear your ideas.