{"id":2128,"date":"2018-09-11T10:35:44","date_gmt":"2018-09-11T15:35:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/annswindell.com\/staging\/?p=2128"},"modified":"2018-09-11T10:35:44","modified_gmt":"2018-09-11T15:35:44","slug":"messy-homes-and-open-hearts-deeply-rooted","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/annswindell.com\/staging\/2018\/09\/11\/messy-homes-and-open-hearts-deeply-rooted\/","title":{"rendered":"Messy Homes and Open Hearts: An Article For Deeply Rooted"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>We were new to the area, and I was getting desperate for some friends. After the proverbial dust had settled from our move back to my hometown, I found myself more displaced than I expected to be.<\/strong> Sure, I hadn\u2019t lived here in over 15 years, but it was my hometown. Why did it feel so hard to connect with other women? Why did settling in feel suddenly foreign?<span data-ccp-props=\"{}\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Well, for one thing,\u00a0<i>I<\/i>\u00a0had changed\u2014I was returning to my hometown now as a wife and a mom, and the unspoken rules for friendships had drastically\u00a0shifted. In high school, friendship had been based off of mutual passions and pastimes (mine had been volleyball and poetry). We had weekends and weeknights to spend together, studying and laughing and driving around our mid-size town until we made it to Steak N Shake.\u00a0<span data-ccp-props=\"{}\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-2130\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/annswindell.com\/staging\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/09\/Why-its-Worth-it-to-Welcome-People-In-With-Messy-Rooms-683x1024.jpg?resize=683%2C1024&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"Welcoming Friends Inside Your Messy Home at annswindell.com\" width=\"683\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/annswindell.com\/staging\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/09\/Why-its-Worth-it-to-Welcome-People-In-With-Messy-Rooms.jpg?resize=683%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 683w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/annswindell.com\/staging\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/09\/Why-its-Worth-it-to-Welcome-People-In-With-Messy-Rooms.jpg?resize=200%2C300&amp;ssl=1 200w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/annswindell.com\/staging\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/09\/Why-its-Worth-it-to-Welcome-People-In-With-Messy-Rooms.jpg?resize=768%2C1152&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/annswindell.com\/staging\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/09\/Why-its-Worth-it-to-Welcome-People-In-With-Messy-Rooms.jpg?w=800&amp;ssl=1 800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 683px) 100vw, 683px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>But here in these early years of motherhood, friendship was much more opaque.<\/strong> There might be other women in town who loved writing, but where would I find them? There might be other moms who loved to discuss books and theology, but how would I discover them? No, friendship in these years, I knew, was probably going to stem from being in similar stages of life. I needed some other moms who were on the same steep learning curve of\u00a0figuring out how\u00a0to care for the little ones at our feet.<span data-ccp-props=\"{}\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>But I needed someone to let me in<\/strong>. Although I was back in my own town, I was the new girl,\u00a0and for the first time in years\u00a0I felt unsure about how to start friendships.<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Read the rest of the article <a href=\"https:\/\/www.deeplyrootedmag.com\/blogs\/blog\/messy-homes-open-hearts\">over at the Deeply Rooted blog<\/a>!<\/strong><\/em><a href=\"www.writingwithgrace.com\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-2129\"><br \/>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.writingwithgrace.com\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-2129\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-2129\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/annswindell.com\/staging\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/09\/Registration-is-open-now-1-300x300.jpg?resize=300%2C300&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"Registration is open now! 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After the proverbial dust had settled from our move back to my hometown, I found myself more displaced than I expected to be. Sure, I hadn\u2019t lived here in over 15 years, but it was my hometown. 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