Giving It Time

About two days I ago, I looked out my window and noticed that our neighbors across the street were moving. I am not sure they had lived here for an entire 6 months. I know they didn't feel accepted in the neighborhood and ward and I wonder if that is why they took off after so little time here.

After living here for 6 months, I felt a little of the same. I felt like I didn't know anyone. I tended to be a little judging of the people around me because I didn't have any friends. (I knew this was wrong, by the way, and tried to be nice about people even in my head.) Well, that has changed. I know a lot more people in my neighborhood. I certainly don't know all, but I know enough to feel happy. I don't find myself making judgements of anyone anymore.  Because I have a few friends and feel accepted, it is easy for me to think that I live around a bunch of great people. And I do, and I did after living here for only 6 months. It just takes time and effort to make friends.

Now, if I had to move, I would feel so sad and I know I would miss living here because I like the people I live around and the people I go to church with a lot.

Oh, and I have to say, the day after the one family moved out, a new family began moving in, and guess what? They have 6 kids between the ages of 1 and 9! I am excited! Now there will be three big families here. Us: the mega-family, the couple down the street that recently had their fifth child (in six years), and the new neighbors across the street!