DH and I moved from the PNW to the Midwest when he started med school four years ago. I was very nervous about moving away from home, but I’m so glad we did. I feel like it has helped me to expand my horizons and be less afraid of change…but there are times when I become really homesick. Both of our families are back there and we manage to keep involved in each other’s daily lives with e-mails, phone calls, Skype, etc. Most days I’m very happy where we are, although we don’t love the location, we have a very comfortable life here.
Sometimes I long to go up into the mountains or roaming through the desert, sit and chat with my sister, go to a great restaurant downtown. I LOVED our city. I think what makes it harder is I know that although we hope to someday be within a days drive of home, we will probably never move back there because there aren’t really any job opportunities for DH.
DH knows how I feel, but I don’t want to complain about it too much to him because I don’t want him to feel responsible. Does anyone else ever feel this way and does it ever go away with time?
Sometimes I long to go up into the mountains or roaming through the desert, sit and chat with my sister, go to a great restaurant downtown. I LOVED our city. I think what makes it harder is I know that although we hope to someday be within a days drive of home, we will probably never move back there because there aren’t really any job opportunities for DH.
DH knows how I feel, but I don’t want to complain about it too much to him because I don’t want him to feel responsible. Does anyone else ever feel this way and does it ever go away with time?
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