belonging

I don't belong here.
I don't belong there, either.
I used to belong. I belonged to a church, a Sunday school class, a Bible Study (or two), the community at the kids' school, a circle of friends.
Now, I no longer belong in my old places, but I don't belong anywhere here yet, either. I have met some people. Have some beginning friendships going, I think. I go to a Bible study, a prayer group and a writers' group. But I still don't have that feeling of "belonging". I am going to "their" study, "their" groups.
I don't really feel like I belong at the church we may end up choosing. Or at the school.
I guess this is a normal part of moving, but I don't like it one bit. Feeling like I'm on the outside looking in.
And my son hates school. He cried again today about going. He really doesn't want to go. The kids here are mean, he says. He's had a lot of bullying at this school.
My daughter didn't like it at first, but I think she's doing better now.
I'm having a hard time adjusting to this district and their way of doing things, too. Its a huge district and the schools are very big. The elementary schools are four times bigger than the one we went to before. They have a lot of weird rules and it seems very impersonal and cold, to me.
The county doesn't do a very good job with snow removal.

Ok, yeah, I'm not in a good mood.

People do seem friendly here. The traffic is better by far! I don't get the rudeness in stores and the pushiness that I did in our other town. I like our house and where we live. I like being closer to the stores that I need. I like being close to a big city, even if I never go there -- I can if I want.
I keep thinking that in a year I will be feeling like I live here. Feeling at home and having some wonderful relationships, a church, and a purpose.

Thanks for listening. I feel a bit better already.