Experiencing something for the first time is a fascinating, yet often intimidating thing for me.
This adventure I embarked on a week and a half ago, moving to the East Coast to nanny, has felt like one big "first time" moment. I've already felt the pang of homesickness, felt like I might not be able to handle everything I'll be faced with, longed for the comfort of the familiar-feelings I often face whenever I get out of my comfort zone. Yet along with those come a great sense of excitement, an ever-present reminder and motivation to seek and rely on my Heavenly Father, and a gratefulness that I've been given this opportunity to LIVE.
My first weekend here I spent time with the family I work for, getting to know them and their baby, trying to make friends with their dogs, settling into my living quarters, learning about my new neighborhood and the surrounding area, searched for nearby churches online, and enjoyed the sunny weather.
There's so much I want to communicate, but I'll leave some of the details for personal interaction with you via phone/e-mail/facebook. Feel free to ask me any questions.
My second weekend I took the train to Philadelphia to visit my sister and brother-in-law. It was wonderful being with them and seeing the sights down there. I haven't seen New York City up close and personal yet, but stopped in the station there for about an hour, en route to Philadelphia. I experienced a little taste of the crowds, business, and culture of the city, I think.
Right now I'm in the Philadelphia station, waiting for my train back to New York. My train leaves soon, so that's all for now. Thanks for reading.
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