It takes a couple of weeks for things to really sink in. At first it’s all new and exciting. Novelty has a way of making even the unpleasant things seem interesting. As the newness wears off and the realization of the overwhelming odds that we work against sets in we find ourselves missing home more and more.
It seems like we spend every night back in Deep River as we sleep. We dream of all of the familiar faces and places. Just the other night Jon played basketball at the church and before that we took a nice walk down Deep River Rd., walking the dogs and waving at passers by. Last night Jess was back at work at San-Lee Park.
We have started to realize all of the things that we enjoy so much this time of year and that we’ll be missing. This is the time of year that is so exciting in the garden. The seeds that were planted just weeks ago are just starting to really grow strong. We left just before the strawberries hit their prime. The blackberries and blueberries will be ready in about a month. Thank the Lord that we will be back in time to enjoy sweet corn and watermelon.
Of course these things pail in comparison to all of the people that we are missing. We have become so attached to our community in recent years. All of the familiar faces that we’ve seen day to day for so long are now replaced by unfamiliar ones. Instead of being part of the community we are now more of a spectacle in a foreign community.
Of course we do have some really good friends here and our work is productive and meaningful, but there truly is no place like home.