I’m sure many of you remember the topsy-turvy experience of leaving behind your old way of life to move here to Friends House. Even when it is “the right thing to do,” the process of moving is what the experts call “one of life’s major stressors.” And we certainly experienced it as such.

We moved here a year ago from a much-loved home of 39 years, one which we had painstakingly remodeled from top to bottom and whose grounds we had lovingly tended, adding trees, shrubs, more than a dozen raised garden beds, and a goldfish pond. The move happened quickly, just four months after having looked at Friends House and saying “yes” to coming here. We hardly had time to ponder what we were doing, or change our minds, or “process” our feelings. Days of non-stop work ended in a quick sale of our property. Suddenly here we were, residents of Friends House!

Of course, when you move, you leave behind neighbors who have become dear friends. And you leave behind familiar trails where you’ve walked each of the dogs you’ve had over the years. And you also leave behind familiar stores, ones where you knew the exact location of the specialty bread, or the funny birthday cards, or the roaster chicken – with eyes closed.

Moving here seemed like heading into foreign territory, even though it was only 20 miles east of our old home. We knew exactly three people at Friends House when we arrived. And, of course, they went out of their way to make us feel welcome. As time has gone on, we have found as warm and inviting a group as one could hope for. Our days have taken on a rhythm with activities, both new and old–watercolor painting and gardening, as well as dog-walking–now through wild, magical meadows and forests – along with fun art workshops, casual gatherings with neighbors, committee meetings, softball, and men’s lunches and breakfasts-–and our respective healing practices and teaching.

Bit by bit, we are settling in. We are suffering fewer waves of longing, grief, and homesickness. We can make our way around the local grocery stores, and to and from the post office, hardware store, and gas station. This is becoming more and more like home. And we are so grateful for the kindness of those who have welcomed us with open arms.

Thank you, everyone, thank you so much.

Libby Schleichert, A Moving Experience