There are times in people's lives where facing big decisions could lead to some major relocations in their lives. Oh, can I empathize! I know exactly the exhilaration, the terror, the excitement, the fear of the great unknown. I can sympathize as well...it's pretty daunting, packing up all you own, selling your house, and moving a great distance from everyone and everything you've ever known. You move into a new house in a new neighborhood in a new city in a new state in a new region. And then what? Well, you settle right in and start making a new life the very next day. You don't dwell on what you've left...you embrace what you've come to. One of the positives of moving to somewhere new in the US is everyone still speaks your language. And when you go shopping, the shelves are stocked with many of the brands of foods you've always seen at the grocery store. Granted, the names of the stores may be different and there are some regional brands you've never seen before. But trust me...it's just food, no matter what the brand. Moving from the Pacific Northwest to Michigan the accents of the people are very different and at first was very pronounced to me, but now after almost 4 years of living here I don't hardly notice it any more, tho I do hear it in the voice of my youngest grandchild...he's very much a Michigander. You don't constantly compare the differences of 'here' and 'home'. For one thing, I was told Oregon is so far away most people here know nothing about it. At most I get asked, "Doesn't it rain there a lot?" And "Isn't it by the ocean?" That's about as far as their curiosity goes. Like Dorothy said in the Wizard of Oz...."Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore". And that pretty much hits the nail on the head.
I was in my mid-50s when we moved here. I know our younger population thinks nothing of moving anywhere at any time for the most part...they're a very mobile, world-traveling generation. But I come from a childhood in a small town in the 1950s and early 1960s, where life was simple and the pace was slow and you knew just about everyone in town. My adult years were spent in and around Portland. We never moved more than 75 miles from the area, and that was only for a few months before moving back to Portland again when our son was born 36 years ago. So to say we had a pretty routine-oriented life...where one day blended into another day...and another day...and another day...would describe us very well. I had no desire, no plan, to move or live anywhere else. I figured we'd finish up our lives here on earth right where we were. But God had different plans for us...and here we are. One should never say never. You might get thrown a curve ball that will be a grand-slam homerun.
Change is good. You don't move and then wait for the whole world to come and find you in your little corner of it. You get out there, get talking, be friendly. And don't use "But I'm so shy!" as your excuse. So am I! My basic nature is very introverted. But no one here knows that about me unless I tell them. Life here is a whole brand new clean slate and you can start afresh. And it's amazing how liberating that is!