Up until this week, I was so surprised and pleased with how easy I was finding the distance and being away from both of our families. It may be strange to say, but I missed everyone, but not like super sad missing everyone. I was just so caught up with being back living in the same house, in the same state as my husband. Everything else just evened out in the wash.
Then everything changed.
For ten days we had family here.
For ten days my babies had two of their grandparents here to play with them, read them stories, spoil them rotten and hold them tight.
For ten days I had familiar people around, to talk to, to laugh with and to hang out with.
For ten days it didn't feel like we were away from all of our family.
Then came Sunday afternoon and the goodbyes. My sweet Mia was heartbroken and broke down in tears before they had even started the car. We gave lots of kisses and cuddles and she cheered up a little.
Then came Monday morning, for the last ten days I have had company, adult interaction, coffee buddies, shopping companions. People around from the moment I woke in the morning till the moment I went to bed. So Monday morning Todd went off to work and both the babies were still sleeping, and I realised I was lonely.
Not just in the no more guests sense. In the, I still don't really know many people here sense. I don't have people who stop by for a coffee, or catch up with, or meet in town for some shopping. I miss it. I miss familiar people. I miss it all.
So this is the fall, after the high.
I am hoping it passes soon.