By Kristen Mudrack
Perhaps the hardest thing about moving is making new friends.
And I don’t mean friends you can hang out with and have a good time with. I mean friends that you can share everything with – the exciting things, but also the hard things – in your marriage, your kids, your eating habits, your exercise (or lack thereof) habits, your fears, and your dreams, your quiet times and your prayers. Those friends don’t come overnight, and they take time.
When I lived in Michigan, I had that group of friends. I didn’t have it immediately – it took a couple of years. But I had a group of women who I could share anything with, and they could too.
Then I moved. Twice.
I still have those friends, but they aren’t a quick car ride away anymore. I still can tell them anything. I still talk to them regularly. I still count them among the people who know me best. But it’s not the same.
When I moved to TN, God knew that I’d need a friend or two, and he provided. The day I moved into my new apartment, leaving my fiance back in IN, the other new professor in the department and his family moved in too. Two doors down from me in the same apartment complex.
In talking to each other that day and in the days to come, we discovered that we had all grown up in the same area, attended similar churches, and so much more. Their four year old daughter came over to my apartment and “helped” me unpack the day I moved in. Their two year old now knows me as ‘Tisten’ and runs to hug me every time he sees me. We started having dinner together once a week.
When Cody would come to visit me, we’d go over and play with the kids and play games with the whole family. The kids loved Cody because he could do magic tricks with cards. Now this family is our closest friends here in TN. We share much together, and they even made the trip out to our wedding.
God provided more than I ever could have imagined in this family – friends who we hope to be near for many years to come. I love this family, and am privileged to get to live life alongside them. Two doors down, in fact.