Our move has gone very well. We made the drive quicker than expected without any loss of life or limb (or sanity). We moved into the house without a hitch. The movers delivered all our items in one piece (for the most part). Our neighbors are very nice. The kids made instant friends. I'm finding my way around the area a bit. I like the house. Painting is taking longer than I'd like, but we're getting there.
My only problem has been friends. We've met some wonderful people out here including a few I'm sure will become great friends in time. Still, everyone is busy with their own lives, so I haven't been able to spend real time with any of them.
Everything around here reminds me of the friends I left behind. I unpack boxes given to me by friends. I unpack the dragonfly yard ornament one friend gave me before she moved. My husband sees a huge box from the attic and asks, "How the hell did you get that down," to which I reply, "I didn't. I, however, have awesome friends who did." I miss them. I get the urge to call someone up to go thrift store shopping or to ask who wants to go to the zoo with us. Then I remember that, #1. I don't know where the thrift stores are, #2. I have no one to go with me, #3. We don't have a zoo here. #4. The friends who would have gone with me live in another state.
Pardon me while I pout. (foot stomp, hands on hips) I miss my friends.
I know what it's like moving away from the place you know and having to start over (finding new friends). I've done it many times because my husbands job required us to move. In time you will meet people who will eventually become your friends. :)
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