When my family and I moved to North Carolina last June we did so with very specific expectations. Ok, I had very specific expectations about what I wanted life to be like. Not having the luxury of of growing up with my brother; I had a longing to fill the void of 41 lost years. I envisioned that our lives would blend into a series of picture perfect picnics or weekly Sunday dinners at each other’s homes.
As the weeks went by and we became more settled our new life began to change. Sunday dinners became less frequent and my brother and his family dropped by less and less. The reality of of our new real life began to set in; I realized my story book dreams were just that, sweet dreams wrapped in pretty bows.
Life in North Carolina however has been far from disappointing. As with most things in life, the plans I set out for myself may not be what God has in store for me or my family. God has a great sense of humor and it is usually at my expense. God and I are good with this situation; I have learned to accept and obey.
In my former home state of Connecticut, I often felt lost; sometimes spiritually and many times lost in the circle of people I presumed to be my friends. Frequently I felt as if I did not fit in, or worse that I had very few people to rely upon - true friends. Despite being a member of a church with more than 2,000 members I felt lonely; one would think this would be impossible.
Life in Lillington, North Carolina could not be more different than suburban Connecticut. I miss the fall foliage and my friends who truly cared about me, however little else in New England holds any more appeal for me. If I were never to return north I do not think I would be sad. I hope to see my friends again and that would be my only reason for a trip north.
My home is now this southern sanctuary. Life exists without pretense or pressure. The people who have come into my life are genuine, kind, and accepting. I am proud to say that I am developing friendships with many great women and men. I often feel as if I am a movie; things are almost to good to be true.
My family has encountered overwhelming warmth from our new neighbors. We have received numerous knocks on the doors more times than I can count from strangers bearing gifts of hospitality. As a cynical Northerner I am in disbelief; as a Christian I am overwhelmed with joy and gratitude.
Although my story book expectations of life have not lived up to my familial drams I am happy. We are forming a new family; one bound by Southern hospitality and good ol’ Christian faith. Our church and faith are the center of our family and from there we are developing lasting relationships.
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