Not Quite Home

Here I am. My new home, Fort Lauderdale Florida. I sit here two blocks from the ocean. I have a job. Bob has a job. We've learned alot about this town, no doubt we will learn more. I can't escape the feeling that I'm not quite home. Will we make it here? Will we love it here? Will we thrive here? I don't know the answers. I will try with all the effort I can muster.
This is a beautiful place. Palm trees, geckos, hotels galore, a new part of this country to call home. But it's not yet. After work, I drive to my apartment and I am in awe. There's the ocean. There are tourists enjoying my city. But I don't know this city yet. I've been here 40 days. So I give myself a break. I can afford this. We will make it. I'm a Floridian.
I'm impatient. I just want this to feel like home now. That's not how it works. It takes time. For now, I work when I am scheduled. I do chores when I'm not scheduled. God willing, home comes soon. I'm sure it will.