The Emotional Drain of Moving

Apparently when I signed up for this whole moving thing I was blissfully unaware of the emotional drain of moving. Oh I remembered the physical side. Moving furniture loading boxes sure, but trying to find broccoli in HEB bringing you to tears? HARD
Let me back up- so when I was in college I went through a Student Training in Missions to go on a summer missions project. One of the most helpful things I learned was recognizing when you are "red lining." Red lining is the act of being overwhelmed, frustrated, confused, and just plain upset that things in your new culture are not the same as you are used to in your regular culture. Being able to recognize when you red line is important to help you move back to green line and in a learner posture. When we red line we tend to be- this is different this is wrong. They are different, they are WRONG. So you can see how this is unhelpful in loving people as Christ loves them. Now back to the story-
So I was literally about to cry in the middle of the produce section of the HEB. First off, it's no brand spanking new HEB with tons of aisle space and cool open produce section. It's different. Along with everything else in this new city. Red Line. I believe the words- I hate this HEB. It's not as cool as our old one. I can't find anything here. I will not shop here again, may have been spoken by the writer of this. I forgot how emotionally draining new things are for me. This turns into physically draining and many naps needed!

Learning. Growing. Following the path that is set before us. Knowing that it will get easier, it will become normal, and it will feel routine soon. I went back to the HEB today and it wasn't so bad...its close to the Starbucks.