So... today was the first Sunday as our new ward. I was so relieved to be in the same ward with my security blanket of neighbors, I really didn't think it would be so hard.
I was asked to substitute in Primary, and I had to rush to the library for some materials beforehand, so I didn't meet one person today (unless you count the four children I didn't know in my class).
All of the auxiliary presidencies were sustained today. I wasn't prepared for how strange it would feel to not have a calling (there was a massive group release in stake conference for anyone switching wards). I didn't realize how lonely it would feel to walk (albeit briskly) down the halls, not seeing very many familiar faces.
I was concerned for my children, I feared it would be difficult for them to have new teachers, new classmates, but they handled it beautifully. It was harder for me, and I didn't see that coming. I didn't even see any of my neighbors today!
I think I'm in mourning a little bit, really missing the ease and comfort of the way things used to be.
I'm sure it will get better, easier. For once, I'm urging along the passing of time.
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Feeling lonely at church is one of the worst feelings ever...it will get better and I hope it is soon!
By the way, I'm hoping to get my procrastinating self up to my scrapbook room so I can finish your birthday good mail and send it before Friday--if I'm late, well, "Happy Birthday!" :)
Michelle, I linked over to you via Jill...I hope you don't mind.
I wanted to leave a comment because I too just wrote about my taking "baby steps" with something in my life. Alot of times that's just how you have to approach things in life...by taking baby steps!
This year has already brought much change for me...I keep telling myself...change can be good!
Just think, in another couple of months, you'll have that many more new friends to share you life with!
(Glad to hear it was such an easy transition for the kiddos!)
Sorry..."share YOUR life with"
When our ward here split two years ago it wasn't a matter of no knowing the people left in our ward, for me it was a matter of feeling like I didn't have a place in the new set up. That first Sunday with all of the big callings being done was a little sad for me, I actually kind of felt like "what about me?" It's silly really. I think changes like this are exciting, I'm sure you'll fall in love with your new ward very soon.
Yes, I adjustment periods are those rare times when it would be nice for time to hurry along.
I think it is hard because a ward is always more like family.
I'm sure it will get much easier over time.
"You never know, it could be really good...." let's just stop there, thankyou Patricia!!
When we moved back to Pennsylvania, we were within a few miles of our old Ward, the one we had lived in for 16 years. It took me a few years to love going to my meetings as much as I did in that Ward. But, at the same time, I rather liked the anonymous life I could live!! It's a lot more enjoyable when you feel connected with your Ward members, and it helps to know that it is our testimonies that unite us and not our taste or our hobbies. That is a great comfort to me.
I'm sure you will begin to love it soon, along with the new life lessons you will experience. I'm just thinking of all the new people who will get to relish in your friendship and talents. Lucky them!
I'm glad the kids seemed okay. I'll be waiting for some good Lucas stories! And, by the way, are those REAL shoes??? If they are, whoa! Way cute, cute cute, so cute, CUTE!!
I would be thrown off by wishing for the passing of time too... I don't know if that has ever happened.
I hope you feel at home soon!
It sounds like your ward is bigger than it was before if you didn't see any of your neighbors. I know it will get better, just give it time. And I'm glad the kids did so well. Wouldn't it be nice to be as adaptable as they are?
So sad. I felt the same way. I thought I would be ok and then sitting in Sacrament amidst all those strangers, I felt sad. It hit me that I will not keep up all those friendships when I am not forced to interact every week.
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