They say it takes six months to feel at home at your new duty station… I have always found that to be true and it was the case here at Fort Hamilton. By six months we had our favorite pizza delivery place (which is different from our favorite place to get a slice), knew where to get the best vegetables (not the commissary), and how to navigate around the city without getting lost. It felt like home and we were glad to be here.
But lately I’ve noticed a new layer of feeling at home. Here are the ways:
I have friends.
Guy friends for sure, but I’m specifically talking about girlfriends. People to go get pedicures with; People to meet for coffee (who are always up for coffee and are okay with whatever mood I show up in). People who bring me apple butter, apple jam, and apple butter because it is their favorite season, too! (Oh. My. Word… so good… so good!)
I have go-to spots to take friends:
The above photo gallery reveals a few. Below, a picture I took Thursday night after having dinner there with another friend. I had eaten at Time Out Market, which has many restaurants. That night, though I had had Fornino’s Funghi Misti Pizza… the only pizza I’ve ever craved. I also have a favorite Greek place, Something Greek in Bay Ridge.
I have already had to start saying goodbye to loved ones…
Not just friends, but those I’ve welcomed into my heart as family. I don’t want to go into it but my Covid-Bubble-Buddy PCSed and took Anna’s BFF with her. Then, our pastors felt called to another church on the opposite coast, and another set of church leaders happened to feel called to minister in another state, as well. I use “called” very seriously. I believe these callings were from God and were in His timing, but we miss them very, very much.
We’ve gone to the same vacation spot two autumns in a row.
Catskills 2020 on the left, Catskills 2021 on the right:
I have a favorite building…
…and I will go to great lengths to see this building and will crane my neck to get a glimpse when driving, walking, riding… I pretty much love seeing the Empire State Building and every time I do I think to myself, “I can’t believe I live here.” (I will even suffer through sessions with a less-than-stellar therapist because her office happens to be across the street! Yes, I have a therapist. Yes, I selected her due to her location. And yes, I’m continuing to go to her because of her location. And maybe also because it takes a while to know if someone is a good fit or not and I think I owe her at least a few more visits before calling it quits.)
I have a favorite bridge…
…and which one is probably no surprise to anyone. The Brooklyn Bridge… and this was a picture taken on another coffee date with a friend.
Those are some of the reasons I am feeling more and more at home here. It took a bit longer to get to this point simply because of Covid, but things are progressing just fine and I know that when I leave here I’ll take it pretty rough. I miss parts of everywhere we’ve lived and people at each stop along the way. I’m thankful for this life we’re living and the amazing people we welcome into our family as we travel this journey.