Finding 'home'

We have been here in Texas a little over a month now. I am almost over my phobia of driving in Fort Worth, although I still don't quite dare drive myself to Dallas. We are getting settled in our little home, and getting a little more used to the heat and humidity (really we just stay inside most of the day). Alaina still says 'I want to go home' sometimes, and sometimes I feel the same way. But I'm sure we will feel more at home as time goes on. We are missing family, but thankfully the phone and internet help bridge the gap and keep us connected. Our ward family is wonderful and I think we will feel a part of a family in that as time goes on as well - they have been so welcoming. Our neighbors from other churches have also been very friendly to us. Last night for family home evening, we went to the community center for their free table tennis night. At first when we showed up, both the tables were being used and the people there were mostly seniors and teens, all who seemed to know eachother, and also seemed to know what they were doing (we have never played before). We weren't sure if a bunch of little kids who didn't know how to play would be welcome, and we thought about just going to the park instead, but one of the older men asked 'do you want to play?' and immediately began showing the kids how to hold the paddle and giving them tips. Everyone there made us feel welcome and helped the kids patiently. When one of the kids mentioned that this was family home evening, the man who first welcomed us said 'you wouldn't by any chance be LDS?' It turns out that he was one of the first members of what is now our ward, and he started the branch with him and two other families, all meeting in his home. He helped build the church we meet in now. He mentioned having 60 families at one time on his home teaching route. Talk about a pioneer! Some of the teens there that night were his grandkids, but several of the people there were members of other churches and he seemed to know them all quite well. I wonder if that is how he did his missionarry work to grow the ward like he did - by playing table tennis at the community center and being friendly. What an example.
We struggle some days, especially as we worry about what will happen with our house in Utah and our finances. But we know we are in the right place, and we are grateful for the kind people we run into every day that let us know we won't be alone here and show us how to be the kind of friends we want to have.