All free time becomes inundated with diapered clamor leaving so little precious time to get out with other people. Especially when the kids are sick and puking.
In my case, the loneliness is intensified because we moved to a new town, but I think there’s something to be said for any family with little ones running around – it’s harder to keep up a social life than it used to be.
Every time I’ve moved somewhere new I’ve made good friends within a few months. Usually those friends are ones I’ve kept to this day. But this time, it’s different. I moved here almost half a year ago and I still have no friends.
I’m talking about the kind of person I’d think to call on a Friday night and say, “Hey, stop on by. We’re not doing anything.” Doing nothing with someone is truly the sign of great friendship. The most profound, funny, and memorable moments seem to come when you can simply be yourself around someone and not worry about all the other stuff.
It’s hard being lonely, especially when I was living in a place with such a tight community. Leaving was one of the hardest decisions of my life.
The biggest encouragement I feel is knowing that this won’t last forever. One day in the not-too-distant future our kids will mature enough so that I’ll be able to get out and get involved in things, and eventually I’ll meet people who will become friends.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to perk me up much today.
Stuck at home again on a Friday night.
Two sick kids and a quiet house.