Well - it's been one week in this strange, new town. (Yes, I went to college in this town a number of years ago, but what a college student needs to know - like where are the best bars and fast food joints and the mall - is quite different than what a mom in her late 30s needs to know.) It's been a tough week - all the unpacking, trying to find space in a small kitchen, trying to keep the kids entertained, trying to keep the dogs from messing up the refinished hard wood floors, trying to comfort the freaked out cats, and also trying to start a new job. I've even called Mom a few times, telling her that I want to go home. Her standard response, "You are home now, honey." Yes, I know I am. I will always feel like the NC mountains are my "home," - but I am at our new home now.
There were fireworks at the local highschool stadium last night. They had the Gboro Philharmonic playing standard band tunes (felt like I should know the names, but didn't - and was lucky to come up with John Philip Sousa's name). The display was actually nice - but it just felt so odd being there. Everything has felt odd and different.
But then Monster boy and I went to the nearest Harris Teeter today. I know it doesn't take much to get me excited these days (like finding a parking space close to the front of Target), but the store was really great. They had these new plastic carts that you could easily navigate with one hand (or even just a couple fingers)! There was a Starbucks there, and as much as I like to patronize local places - I really like those Chai Tea Lattes there.) And the HT had the foods I like, and it was laid out in an easy to follow manner.
Grocery store - not much to get excited about - but just something that didn't feel too strange or odd was really nice in this new town.