When I moved out of the family nest for the first time, I had a hard time adjusting to the new environment. I was in my first year of University in a city I’d never visited before. I remember calling my mom on the phone, trying to hold in the tears. She gave me a piece of advice I will never forget. She said, “Hon, it takes about a month to feel okay in a new place.”
I know how simple this statement is, but the thing about these simple nuggets of wisdom is that they are so true! After about a month, I found my groove, and never looked back.
I received the same nugget of wisdom from my intuition a few weeks back when I was trying to adapt to this new lifestyle in this new place with all kinds of new patterns and changes to our family jam. And you know what? Once again, my mom was right.
It’s been a month since we landed here in Nelson, BC. We’ve got three weeks of homeschooling under way. We’ve all advanced our abilities and comfort into new terrain at the ski hill. My work has woven more seamlessly into our routines. When we walk to the main street in town, we know where to get pain au chocolates, tacos, and local brews. What more do we need?
In essence, we’re grooving. And that feels much better than three weeks ago when I was overwhelmed by all the newness. It only took a month. Who knew? Mom did.
