Oh, Decatur… I’m just not sure I have the right words today, but I’m going to try.
This weekend was Homecoming for Decatur Christian School. That’s the school that I graduated from, Isaac graduated from, and it’s the only school my other two children have ever known.
Every year at this time, I love to see my Facebook feed filled with pictures of all the students going to the dance! In that way, this year was no different.
I saw pictures of new kids
kids I sort of know
children of former classmates
the ones who rode in my car on field trips, basketball games, and rides home
the ones who were at my house all the time, even when no one was home (and we loved it)
Isaac flew back on Friday so that he could go to the game, see his Queen receive her crown, and go to the dance the next evening. I lived the weekend vicariously through Facebook, enjoying all the traditions.
You know, up until this time, I have missed many different parts of Decatur at different times.
We miss our family and not being able to be home on the holidays.
I miss my co-workers and clients. Those are the people who have been through it all with me. They went through beauty school, marriage, babies, and broken bones! Some of them have been around since I was 6 years old!
I miss my church family.
I miss my DCS family.
I miss our wonderful neighbors.
I know that I can’t even begin to cover all the people and groups that we knew and loved back home, but you get the idea.
Like I said, until this time, I have missed many people, and I have had the opportunity to communicate with many of them, and we have even had some visit us in Texas.
Before we left Decatur, I was sad to leave our family and so many great friends, but I was so ready to live with my husband, again. We had lived apart for 9 months. There was a home in Texas ready for us. I couldn’t wait to get here.
Now that we have settled in. We’ve gotten over some of the hurdles.
We know the roads.
We know the school.
We have determined which donut shop, Kroger, and Target are our designated locations.
We have joined our church.
People have started recognizing us
We don’t feel quite as “new” as we did at first.
As I looked at those homecoming pictures, I could imagine the conversations, I could hear the laughter, I knew the feelings. It was all so familiar.
Oh, how my heart ached. I’ve been crying all morning about my Decatur peeps. I realized that what I miss the most about Decatur is the familiarity.
I miss seeing you all.
I miss hearing about your kids, and your family, and your jobs.
I miss hearing that my children have done something… probably unbecoming and inappropriate (and trying to apologize on their behalf).
I miss running into people I know while out shopping.
I miss people tolerating my obnoxious behavior at almost any sporting event that I went to. I especially miss those who would be obnoxious with me.
I miss the love we felt from ALL of you.
We have only been here about 8 months. The boys have been in school about 5 months. Compared to the 40 years that Derek and I spent in Decatur, that’s a very short time.
We have met so many great people. We like the schools and teachers. We love our church and our Sunday School class. We continue to get to know more people all of the time.
Obviously, it is different from Illinois. It has become home, though. It’s just not familiar, yet.
God has shown up in our lives in so many ways through this move. I have no doubt that we are exactly where we are supposed to be. Yes, I miss the family, the friends, the feelings of home, but I feel so blessed to have such good memories… memories that make my heart ache.
As I am writing this unpublished blog, still crying, I just received a FB friend request from a fellow church member here in Texas. Isn’t God funny? Isn’t He just so good to remind us that He is Present, He is Powerful, and He has a Plan. Most of all, He loves us, and He is more familiar to us than anyone could ever be!
Much love to you, Decatur. We hope to see you, soon!