Finding our groove in HotLanta turned into a grooving ColdLanta day!
Unexpected to say the least, but willing to take on the cold the kids, matt and my camera braved the frigid temp, pulled out the sleds, and hit the driveway! I know its not Veil Colorado but to see everyone laughing and smiling and having fun was worth my frozen fingers as the “clicked” memories in action.
Grooves are hard to find. At least one thing I know for sure is that they take time. For example the other night our neighbors across the street had a pit fire outside (why I can’t imagine it was so freaking cold) but they were and our kids saw them out the window.
So they came running saying, “lets go over, lets go over”. Matt and I were certainly not going to go out in the freakin cold to walk over and crash our new neighbors fire party. We told them we didn’t know them well enough that we couldn’t. They were adamant that we did and adamant that it would be easy, just like going over to the Doizer’s! (Best neighbors EVER!)
I looked down into their faces and the only thing I could say was, ‘NO it’s not.”
It takes time to find the groove of a new relationship of new found friends and conversation. Finding the groove of comfort and acceptance. It’s hard looking back to our life in Knoxville and let all of that go. We had a family not only of blood, but of solid understanding and respect with those who shared our neighborhood. You know who you are if you are reading. We miss you all to death. It’s strange trying to find your groove all over again after such a nice time with the other one. We liked the groove we had, but for some reason the winds blew us south.
Matt keeps telling me we have to “let ourselves be here, before we can go back”. I agree, we may find that HERE is where we want to be—once we find our groove.
I will listen for the music and follow.