A Loss of Friends
Dammit, I just want someone to go get coffee with!
When I was growing up, I felt very content with the number of friends I had. Always enough around for a slumber party, to talk incessantly on the phone with, to walk around the mall for hours with - usually without ever buying anything, to pass notes in class with, to go to concerts with, to basically do whatever with. But now that I'm older, not only am I not friends with the large majority of those girls anymore (due to moving, growing apart, basically just life), but it also seems so much harder to make new friends. I hate that.
I mean, I love my husband more than anything, and he is without a doubt my best friend. But I know he would love it if I had a friend to go shop for hours at Kohl's with, a friend to watch chick flick movies with, a friend to basically do more girlie sorts of things with - rather than dragging him along. Stuff like that, I miss stuff like that.
I lost a few friends by stupid choices I made. But with the majority, we just kind of gradually stopped talking. My closest friends are still girls I grew up with, but there's only a couple of them now and they live 3 hours away. I have no siblings (except the in-laws...but again, they're sooo busy with their life), no relatives in close proximity, and the few girls at work who I hang out with from time to time are just at such different points in their lives. They're all single at this point (not by choice), a little bitter towards men right now, and generally, it seems, do not enjoy listening to me talk about the hubby or what our plans are, etc... (not that I'm one of those women who can only talk about my husband....but since he usually is the only one I do things with, it's a little hard to leave him out of the conversation. Plus, I really do like talking about him :)
I don't know.
What I do know is: I am so incredibly thankful for my husband. Thankful for the girls back home - one who is without a doubt, one of the best friends I could ever ask for. She knows me backward and forward and I know that no-one else could ever fill her shoes. And I am also thankful for my mom - through the years she has become one of my best friends as well, and I love doing anything and everything with her....but again, she lives 3 freaking hours away.
I could even see my mother-in-law and I becoming very close friends....but guess what? What's that you say...oh yeah, she's 3 hours away.
Maybe one-day when we have children and I meet all the other mommies in the area, or when our plan to move back to that spot that's 3 hours away comes to a head, my life will be full of friends again. Till then, I will keep dragging the husband along...and he will go, I know, because he loves me that much.
When I was growing up, I felt very content with the number of friends I had. Always enough around for a slumber party, to talk incessantly on the phone with, to walk around the mall for hours with - usually without ever buying anything, to pass notes in class with, to go to concerts with, to basically do whatever with. But now that I'm older, not only am I not friends with the large majority of those girls anymore (due to moving, growing apart, basically just life), but it also seems so much harder to make new friends. I hate that.
I mean, I love my husband more than anything, and he is without a doubt my best friend. But I know he would love it if I had a friend to go shop for hours at Kohl's with, a friend to watch chick flick movies with, a friend to basically do more girlie sorts of things with - rather than dragging him along. Stuff like that, I miss stuff like that.
I lost a few friends by stupid choices I made. But with the majority, we just kind of gradually stopped talking. My closest friends are still girls I grew up with, but there's only a couple of them now and they live 3 hours away. I have no siblings (except the in-laws...but again, they're sooo busy with their life), no relatives in close proximity, and the few girls at work who I hang out with from time to time are just at such different points in their lives. They're all single at this point (not by choice), a little bitter towards men right now, and generally, it seems, do not enjoy listening to me talk about the hubby or what our plans are, etc... (not that I'm one of those women who can only talk about my husband....but since he usually is the only one I do things with, it's a little hard to leave him out of the conversation. Plus, I really do like talking about him :)
I don't know.
What I do know is: I am so incredibly thankful for my husband. Thankful for the girls back home - one who is without a doubt, one of the best friends I could ever ask for. She knows me backward and forward and I know that no-one else could ever fill her shoes. And I am also thankful for my mom - through the years she has become one of my best friends as well, and I love doing anything and everything with her....but again, she lives 3 freaking hours away.
I could even see my mother-in-law and I becoming very close friends....but guess what? What's that you say...oh yeah, she's 3 hours away.
Maybe one-day when we have children and I meet all the other mommies in the area, or when our plan to move back to that spot that's 3 hours away comes to a head, my life will be full of friends again. Till then, I will keep dragging the husband along...and he will go, I know, because he loves me that much.
posted by Shan | 8:54 AM
1 Comments:
Mmm-hmm...sounds very familiar. I'm in about the same place. I have two best friends from preschool that are irreplaceable... I'm probably gonna be moving away from California (or at least L.A...BLEGHGHG I HATE it!)once we're married. I have a hard time making new friends and I'm gonna miss them and my family SO much. But change is good. There are phones, computers, planes, trains and automobiles to keep in touch...right? Right. *gulp*
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