For about a year now, I’ve been living alone. Mostly I don’t mind that, because I’m generally busy and I enjoy my own company (to the extent that I have conversations with myself in the grocery store now—yikes). But for much of that time, I’ve been trying to make friends. Female, male, four-legged, it didn’t really matter—I just wanted someone to hang out with, maybe a chance to hear someone else’s stories, maybe even someone to commiserate with now and then. This is so much harder once you’re a grownup. Especially if you’re a rather odd grownup….
However, these last few weeks, all that reaching out and extending invitations seems to be paying off. I finally have a couple of people to call if I want to hear a different opinion or just feel chatty. There are some people (including a new four-legged buddy) to call if I want to go for a run. There are people who have time to share food. This is wonderful. Some of the last year was awfully rough, but I’m glad I made it through to now. Thank you, each and every new friend, for sharing yourselves with me. My life is so much richer because of you.
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