I Miss Rogers Park

I can't even think about writing this post without tearing up.  I loved Rogers Park and all that living there entailed.  I miss our friends. I miss our church. I miss hearing people banging around the dumpster in the middle of the night.  I miss taking walks with my fellow mommies and their kiddos.

Texas is just so different.  I have made some great friends here. I love our new church. I love being closer to family. I love the sky here.  But I will always look back on our time in Chicago with very fond memories and probably teary eyes.  Praise God for the time we got to spend there!  Praise God for the friends we made there!  Praise Him that we moved to Texas with peace in our hearts about the decision.

I try not to dwell on RP too much because it makes me long to be back there.  I don't want to seem ungrateful or unhappy about being in Texas, because I'm not!  I do love so many things about being here.  I just sometimes have trouble reconciling my feelings about moving away from Chicago with those of living here now.  I can accept that I was happy there and that I am also happy here.  I think I am just hoping for a kind of replacement for the friendships that I left behind.  I know I will never find that though.  I think that living in a place like RP just builds different relationships.  I am unable to just walk a few blocks to join friends for coffee.  I can't catch a bus or train to visit a museum with them.

Conclusion: I need a car to have friends here.  :)