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#SOL20 Day 21 Homesick

It has been over 8 months since we've moved here, but every now and then, Tanner asks to move back to our old house. Yesterday was one of those days. It was his last day of PreK before he starts Kindergarten in August. I consider him lucky. There are SO many kids out there that never got to say bye to their friends or teachers with how fast this pandemic hit. Since we were on Spring Break in TX, many schools just never returned from that holiday. As a teacher, that's been the hardest part for me.

For Tanner, he got to go one more week because his Private PreK opted to stay open. I had already paid this week's tuition and had to get my class moved online, so I kept him in school. Starting next week, he will be home with me full-time until August. I imagine it's only a matter of time before they close down like the rest of the city.

I expect the social distancing to hit Tanner the hardest. He's such a social butterfly. Yesterday, as we were driving home, he said, "Do you think we can move back to our old house now?" Tyler replied, "No bud. We have our house here now. Why do you want to go back?" With tears in his eyes, Tanner said, "I miss Jack."

Tanner & Jack at soccer practice (age 3)

Those words broke me. Jack was his very best friends. He was in Preschool with Jack and had been friends for two years before we moved. He got that best friend experience at such a young age and I think he expected that to happen when we moved...but it hasn't. We haven't found anyone like Jack's parents either. They were our favorite couple to hang out with. Most Friday nights, we'd order pizza and wings, meet at one of our houses, make pitchers of margaritas, and play adult card games like Cards Against Humanity. Our kids would play hard then fall asleep watching movies. It was one of those friendships that felt like we've known each other our whole lives.

I think our social distancing circumstance is helping me realize how important it is to keep in touch with people virtually. And Tanner acknowledging how hard this will be is helping me cope with also feeling homesick (and quite lonely) since we moved. We haven't met many families since we moved here. We meet people, but we haven't connected instantly like before. I know it will come one day, but it's been a hard couple of months. I also do not do a good job making time for virtual calls with friends and family. After we moved, I got so focused on what we are doing here, that I didn't take as much time to keep in touch with people away. I think my goal during this pandemic will be to set up a few virtual play dates per week, both for our kids and for us. Who said happy hour couldn't happen virtually, anyway?!

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This month I am participating in the Slice of Life Challenge. 
I will be posting slices from my very own life every day in March. 
This challenge is a part of the Two Writing Teachers blog. 
Click here to learn more information about the challenge.
Are you a first time slicer like myself? I found this post particularly helpful.

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  1. Moving is hard. We did it last summer and my son, who is 3, regularly asks to return to our old house since he loved his old play set so much. It is a little heartbreaking so I can imagine it is hard to hear Tanner ask that question too.

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  2. Yesterday, some of the girls in my class set up their own virtual play date. They all got together and just giggled. One of the mom's face-timed me during their play date....I loved to hear the giggles and their pure joy. I hope that you can schedule some for your son!

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