Moving away from home

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A year ago, I moved with my husband 500 miles from my hometown due to his job. It certainly hasn't been easy, and there have been good and bad things about it. Some people I believe are born with wander lust, others, like myself, are content to stay in one place. One of the hardest things was leaving my family and friends behind. At first, I was terribly homesick, and on top of the stress of moving, I found myself getting depressed. It's been a full year now, and I believe I am starting to adjust. But I needed to take positive steps in order to settle in. One thing I had to do was find a job, since I had to leave my previous job behind. This helped me focus on something else, it got me out of the house and around people. Another thing I did was find a church. I visited several before I found one that I was comfortable with. The best thing was that I made a friend, friends are always good to have. After all, we all need a support network when we are going through tough changes in life. In some ways I can't believe it has been a full year, last year I was packing my house, saying my goodbyes, and looking for a place to live here. I don't know yet if I am happy here, I still have days when the only thing I want is to go home, but I figure there is a reason for me being here, I just haven't found it yet.