I ♥ my home!

And when I say I love my home, I don't mean my house (though I love that, too).  I mean I love my new city, my new place to be.  We've been in our new home for just over a year now and I am really really happy here.  A lot of my happiness comes from all the great people we've met since we moved here.

I don't make new friends easily.  I was terribly worried when we moved here because I was moving away from my dear friend "E" and was worried I wouldn't click with anyone.  E was the first friend-you-can-call-tears-at-any-hour friend I had had since high school.  And I do miss E a lot (always will -- she is a gem), but I've also made a lot of really great friends here.  I feel a lot like I've come home, even though I moved some place totally new to me.  This place feels like the place God intended for me, which is a really great place to be.

I'm relishing having a great group of women around me and don't for a minute take that for granted.  So, maybe I should say that "I ♥ my peeps", as that is more accurately what I've been thinking about this evening.