It's official. My family has been in this little town for 13 months. And like my usual over-analyzing self, I've been evaluating all of the decisions we have made leading up to and since moving here. Mostly, I've been doing some self reflecting.
I'm not going to go into the details but I will share one particular piece of this crazy pie that I still struggle to get my arms around. It's the friend issue.
Growing up, I was one of those people with a lot of half-friends and really no super-close ones. And that was fine with me. Once I was old enough, I generally spent my time with a boyfriend anyway...and let's face it, girls can be really two-faced.
In college, I found my first true best friend. The one you spend most of your time with and call all the time, etc. It was fun...but it didn't last. Through work, I made another group of friends who I believe will always hold me somewhere in their hearts as I will of them. I made another really close friend.
And then we moved.
While I was told it would take a year to adjust and start to feel at home, I feel whatever that destination is, I still can't see it from the road I'm on. There are no mile markers in sight. At kid events, there are women who speak to me but it never really goes beyond the fact that our kids know each other. There's no Saturday coffee. No shopping outings. Nothing. Just silence and the random text from friends gone by. I'm not trying to sound like a pouter. I just expected something different. Something a little more genuine. But as it turns out, these small towns groups seem harder to break into than those of 'the city'. And the possibility of two-facedness seems greater than I even remember as a kid.
The one thing I can't figure out is whether this is a small town issue or more of a female curse. Let's just hope it doesn't take another 12 months to figure it out.
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