Maybe it's the "3 month depression" settling in early, maybe it's SAD, or just plain depression (I hope not!), but I have been having a really tough time lately. I am trying very hard to be happy and upbeat, but it just feels HARD and forced. DH is involved in his new job, lots of things to learn and more work than he can fit into a day. Cole is loving school and adjusting very well. I, on the other hand, feel lonely, homesick, and purposeless.
I had my life set up back in MN. I am not one who readily embraces change. I HATE moving house with a passion -- disorder, clutter and chaos make me physically uncomfortable. We had a ton of built-in storage (bookshelves, etc.) in our old house, and here I don't even have a bookshelf, so all my books, files, and craft supplies are sitting in boxes on the office floor.
I had friends in MN, ones that I spent years making. I try to be outgoing, but I am really shy inside and have to force myself to get out there and meet people. When I'm feeling like I do now, it's just too much of an effort, plus, I don't want to intrude and seem like a "pushy American." I like doing stuff with the Junior League, but that's up in London and most of the women I've met so far in the League work during the day.
I know that living over here is a great adventure and a privilage few Americans have, but jeez, I'm the one who had to leave everything that made me feel secure and safe and I feel like it's just to dang hard to have to start over again, especially when we'll probably be moving back to the States in 3-5 years, but not to Minnesota. Next move is to Washington or Oregon, if DH has a choice with work.
Is what I'm feeling normal? Does it get better and easier? I sometimes think that maybe I should try to get a job, but I don't know what kind of jobs are out there with "mother's hours" (9:30 am - 2:30 pm.)
Plus, I'm all alone in the house during the day, with not even my sweet doggie Rosebud to keep me company. It really sucks to have her in the quarantine kennel. It just seems outrageous and pointless when we have proof of her rabies vaccinations for the past 18 months!
UGH, I hate these feelings! I hate that is is so hard to find what I consider simple things like unscented votive candles! I hate feeling so isolated, and at times I feel great resentment towards my husband for dragging me over here. Yes, I know I am an adult and made the decision with him, but I had no idea how hard it would really be for me.
Even if we were to go back soon, it would still be starting over again in a new place, blah, blah, blah. I miss my house that I spent so much blood, sweat, tears, love, and money fixing up just the way we wanted it. This house is nice, but it's only a rental and I am having a hard time feeling any permanence yet.
OK, I'll try to stop feeling so pitiful. I just had to vent, and I figured that some people here might understand how I am feeling.
Regards,
Stephanie