In two weeks time...

We have gone from being surrounded by a loving congregation and friends who know us well enough to know we would get a kick out of fake mustaches.

We said goodbye to more people than I can count for sake of my tears ducts going into overload.

We've said hello to our new neighbors, joined the swim team, checked out local churches, reconnected with old friends, unpacked tons of boxes, gotten new phone numbers and new library cards 

competed in a triathlon,

even taken on a pet turtle. 

Life is good in Wilmington but not a day goes by that I don't think about Roxboro.