Patrick and I had our first small group session with our new small group from our new church in our new city tonight.
I was a bit nervous going in because we were so attached to our old small group and I still miss them terribly, so it was strange thinking about going to a new group. Plus, new people scare me a little.
It was actually a good time. We ate butter chicken. Any small group that feeds me with food-food before feeding me spiritually is always a win in my books. They are good people. I think we will fit in well. I am glad. I like having a community.
It is another step in calling this place home and really feeling like it actually is.
That and my parents finally visited us. And it was a surprise last-minute visit. And I drove here with them from home-home. And the house was in a STATE. That was embarrassing. It is good they love me. And apparently, love Jeter too (they even bought him a new feather on a stick and treats in my on-call absence). The Child and I took them out for a lunch/coffee excursion when I was post-call before they left. It was so nice to have them here.
Another step in calling this place home was the weekend before last. We had visitors from home-home, a visitor from a few towns over (and a buddy from university) and our newly local friends all at our home at the same time. I love hosting people and this was a perfect way to finally feel settled and enjoy a ton of good company.
All of these visitors and new friends and such… They make it homey. I am glad. Although, I still enjoy a good visit home-home. And I still want to go visit the Rock and those people again.