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|Posted on January 3, 2020 at 10:31 PM||comments (2)|
It's hard moving to a new place, a new town, and a new state....especially if you are a teenager.
You see, Cinda and I (Karla) grew up here in South Dakota. As young adults, eager to start our adult lives we looked to the horizon...as far as the eye could see, anywhere but here to live and work.
For twenty years, my work took me places. Places like Wichita, Kansas (the air capital) and area with about 500,000 people; Battle Creek, Michigan (the cereal capital); and Omaha, Nebraska (also about a half million people) for large companies with more and more responsibility as time went on.
I was loving it all along, even though the responsibility weighed on me and added a certain amount of stress to my life. Cinda and I opened our store in June of 2014, it was amazing to see people slow down...sit a spell...and enjoy each other's company. When they asked you how you were doing, they really wanted to know the answer. Wow, weekends at the store was such a change from my daily life. My job wasn't a M-F 9 to 5 job either, the phone was with me wherever I went. If it rang, I had to answer it no matter where I was or what time of day or night it was. But as time goes on we all look to go home again don't we?
But this story isn't about me, its more about my kids. You see when they learned we were moving due to a new job offer they were angry. Heck one of them didn't give me the time of day for over a month...I was ruining their lives!!!! But we moved anyway, and not to another big city but to a small town with just over 1,000 people (talk about your culture shock!!)
Do you know of the girl scout song: make new friends but keep the old??
After we were here about 6 months my younger daughter admitted to me that she was glad we moved because it helped her find out who her REAL friends were. I asked her what she meant. It turns out only a few of her friends had continued to keep in touch. And those that did, went out of their way to stay connected, facetiming continually. Sometimes they even facetimed while doing their homework...which is funny because they didn't talk at all, they both just sat in their respective bedrooms, in their respective states and did whatever homework they had with the radio on in the background....just spending time together quietly, enjoying the presence of the other on the other side of the airwaves.
We've lived here for a year and a half now, and they are still connected. In fact, the New Year was rung in over facetime so that all the old friends can celebrate the new year and Caiolyn's birthday together like every year in the past has been done. And one of Kira's Omaha friends popped up for the weekend just to hang out...as if a three hour car ride was just as simple as the 5 blocks that separated them before were.
They are both settled in and have made new friends here as well. It's funny when they are asked where they are from: many of us only answer with a single location if approached with that question, but my girls have friends and roots in two places now so as if bi-lingual, their answers are two-fold.
Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other gold.