We moved to Stamford 6 months ago, on March 18. Time really flies.
Before we moved, I tried to picture how it would be to live here. Lots of questions popped up of course. What would I do there? What things can we explore? What about work? Will Thor find friends? Will we find friends? How much dance is there? Will Jim be happy with the new job? How easy/hard is it to go to other cities? How often can I go in to Manhattan? How many new things do we need to buy? Are there any coffee shops? Can I bike everywhere? etc. etc. I tried to visualize everything possible since I didn’t know anything about this place. Positive thoughts and endless of fantasies about the future.
And..? Jim loves it here and I’m trying to feel the same way. Our apartment really is a home, not just a place to sleep in. It’s twice the size as our old one on Manhattan and it finally feels like a real home. J told me yesterday that his old job is now basically finished, they didn’t even last a year after J quit and started his new job, so that’s very good to know. He seem to love to be able to drive to work. He loves that we have a grill to cook on. We now have a big outdoor space which is awesome. There are a lot more nature to enjoy than before and we can take Thor for hikes.
And me? I don’t even know what to tell you guys. I’m going through stuff. Honestly, it’s been tough. I had a tough time in NYC as well, that’s why I’m entering my third year as a housewife right now. But this is even harder. My goal is to keep this blog on a happy note, so I will keep all my thoughts about our life in Stamford to myself, no need to spread negativity here. And I see how happy my husband is here so I really want to keep a positive attitude about it.
This is not easy for me to write out to you guys. It’s personal, vulnerable and I feel bad for not loving every second of our lives here. I am very grateful for everything we have of course, I don’t take things for granted and I’m lucky to have found someone special to spend my life with, someone I love so much that my heart actually hurts. That’s why it’s hard for me to understand why not everything feels awesome.