I looked up the word pang and this is the definition: a sudden sharp feeling of emotional distress. This definitely describes what I have been going through. There have been times throughout this last month where I have had at least one pang a day if not more. Singing a song in church and looking at my friends while they praise our Saviour--pang. Having a last day of boot camp with a beloved friend--pang. Packing--pang. Garage sale--pang. Seeing a friend's new baby girl--pang. Hearing of a sweet friend moving back, who I won't be able to be here to welcome home--pang. Preparing for a family get together and having to say good-bye--pang. Hearing of everyone's future plans that won't involve me--pang. There are many more and you can probably relate and be able to add a few.
So I have been sad at the thought of moving away from TX again. Ecspecially this town that Troy and I have lived in for the majority of our married lives. This is where we have found our church home and where we have had (and lost) our children. I am comfortable here and with who I am here. I love my friends. I love being close but yet just far enough away from our family. I guess that is the big inconvenience of it all. I am going to have to step out of my comfort zone, again. I guess that is part of the angst too. Just the knowledge that I have of a previous moving experience and how uncomfortable it was for awhile. I did come to love it and I really miss people from Glasgow and I miss the life we had there also. So I guess it will be uncomfortable at first and then I will just have to pray and have faith that I will love it. I already know that the scenery is gorgeous and I know where I am going to live there for at least the next 10 months. So far, everyone I have met there has been nice. I know that there is a Sonic Drive-In so that is always good news to me! I just hate "good-byes". I wish we didn't have to say good-bye.