Home?

Mike and Sawyer in front of our SC home

I definitely had a nervous breakdown when I first got here. The stress of the past month(s) with Sawyer's health issues had me on the edge and the fleas sent me flying right over it into oblivion.

Besides the fleas, I was disheartened to realize that my neighborhood did not, afterall, include the built in/immediate bestest friends I had been daydreaming about. And then I went to an officers' spouses' get-together for the base where Mike works, at which I quickly discovered that no one there lives in the same base housing community we live, and I was heartbroken to say the least.

I even considered moving. again. to a different house in a different neighborhood. which shows you how desperate I was because I cannot tell you how much I freaking hate unpacking. And the house was already 75% unpacked.

It was those darn expectations that got me again. Expectations are the very worst if you ask me, because they almost always set me up for major disappointment.

I think it was the day that Sawyer and I took a walk to the playground behind our house. It is right on the bay. To the left is a fishing pier. To the right is an adorable little picnic area and along the bay are porch style swings where you can sit and enjoy the view. Sawyer and I spent some time swinging and looking. It was peaceful and picturesque.

I decided then.
This neighborhood does have something to offer. I feel safe here. I will give this place a chance.

I'll let you know how it goes.
For now, this place feels more and more like home every day.