Visiting My New Home

It's Christmas Break!! This is our family's first Christmas in our new town of Moscow, it's so exciting but different in so many ways!
At school, before break, I had to write about our family's Christmas traditions, it brought back a lot of hilarious and fun memories. For example; my dad and I went out shopping on Christmas Eve and got into a sword fight with pool noodles and nearly got kicked out, or how every year I get burnt by the hot candle wax during our Christmas Eve Candle Light Service.
As I worked on the paper I realized that this was going to be a year filled brand new traditions.
I wasn't sure whether or not I should be excited.
I mean this is a big change. This is the first time in about 14 years we won't be going to Jack-In-The-Box or looking at Christmas Lights after our Christmas Eve Service. This is my first Christmas I can remember where we aren't doing stocking stuffers (not complaining about that though). This is the first Christmas in about six years I won't be spending with my grandparents.
It's hard and different, yes, but this year is the start of something new. We get to make changes to our traditions. We get to start new ones we've never done, like getting the candles ready for the Candle Light Service. We get to do the traditions my parents had before I was born, like getting some form of Chinese or other asian food on Christmas Day.
I woke up this morning, in Moscow, at a friend's house incredibly upset. I was more homesick than I've ever been in my life. All I wanted was to be at home with my friends, I didn't want to be in Moscow. I didn't want anything to do with what we were doing as a family. I just wanted to be home.
Then I remembered, this is God's calling on my family's life. What right do I have to be upset that God's called my family? Jesus did everything God asked of him. Why can't I be like that? This is my new town and I'm not going to rebel against it. This is my new home for a reason and a purpose. Who am I to fight that? I'm God's child. He's not going to put me in a circumstance that is unintentional. It's going to be hard. But Jesus was hung on the cross, who am I to complain? My friends may be distancing themselves slowly but surely. Jesus was betrayed. Who am I to complain? I may not want this in the moment. But this is what God has in store for me. Who am I to fight God?