I have been thinking a lot about family and what family means to me. To me, family isn’t just everyone blood related. It’s everyone I know and care about. I moved to Port St. Joe not knowing anyone. The only other time I had ever been here was for my job interview! Here I am in a new town, a new house, with a great new job. Nothing was familiar. I felt stress and a considerable amount of anxiety. A few months have gone by and I’m firmly settled in! Paradise found. Seriously, I love it here!

Some people find moving into the nursing home scary and confusing. It’s the unknown. Those first few days people can experience what I felt in the first few months. There is no doubt about it, moving is stressful! Now, let’s add being sick and weak on top of that. Anxiety can go through the roof. Even if you know half the staff, as many locals do, it’s the unknown or the pre-conceived idea that you have already formed from movies (they haven’t gotten it right yet) or what nursing homes were 40 years ago. We have come a long way baby! We go to a nursing home when we need to recover from a hospitalization or illness. Sometimes we stay a short time and return home. Sometimes we move in and make the nursing home our home.

Our staff know this is a stressful time. We are here to help! We want to develop a relationship with you and care for you. We want to make you part of who we call family. We find our ‘family’ everywhere. I’m finding mine with the people I work with, our residents, our volunteers, and visitors. Building relationships with each other and our residents are the reason we all decided to work in long term care. God couldn’t have found a more perfect place for me. I truly love where I work, where I live, and all the people I’ve had the opportunity to develop a relationship with. Remember to treat everyone with importance and always be kind.