Have you ever moved away from your family and friends? Have you went back to visit?
It is hard to imagine what I am saying unless you have lived it, but it’s very frustrating and I need to write it out to deal with my frustration.
Let me say this, I don’t expect people to put their lives on hold when I decide to come to visit. I am learning every time I come back, who is really going to make time to see me or how many places I will literally have to drive to in order to get some of my friends to see me.
Never did I think that I would have had some of the responses that I have had from me moving away, especially from people who have been in similar situations. Although I know people are not like me, but I just thought I was held to a higher standard than some have treated me. But then again, once I had my daughter, that all changed as well. So I am not sure why I am still surprised about this.
I guess surprised is not the right word; disappointed is probably the best word I can think of without cursing. Frustrating is another word, that I can use without cursing.
As if flying across the country with a toddler isn’t enough.
Every time I come back to visit I have to lower my expectations. I cant assume that people will make time to see me. I can’t assume that I will be able to fit it in all in one time and be able to do all the things I want to do, in a short time. I need to just accept it is what it is and make my choices from there.
But why does it need to be like that?
Am I not important or good enough now that I don’t live on the east coast and won’t probably for a very long time?
Let it go Jen, Let it go.