Monday, July 09, 2012


So I've started reading a book called "MWF Seeks BFF" (or Married White Female seeking Best Friend Forever for those of you not hip to my lingo).  It really hits home with me because it's about a married woman who relocates to a different part of the country to be with her husband.  She has a few acquaintances but nobody to really call a close or good friend; no one to call on a Friday night to get last minute drinks or catch the midnight showing of "Magic Mike", no one to zing you with a sarcastic, incredibly not politically correct comment that knocks your socks off.

This book is hilarious but also makes me feel like I'm not alone in feeling alone.  Many families, young and old, have packed up and moved from wherever they call home to where the jobs are.  Hubs and I did the exact same thing; he has a great job, they said we need you in Detroit and we went.  It's exciting and scary all at the same time.

You have to start from scratch.  I still have my girlfriends but only from afar.  As much as we talk and commiserate and laugh over Skype, text, FB, etc., I still feel alone on the ever increasing nights the Hubs is gone for work.  I want to be able to do a Deadliest Catch night where I make appetizers, have bbq's and not have to drink a bottle of wine on my own.  Okay, well maybe that last one isn't so bad.

However, I'm a classic introvert.  I have a hard time putting myself out there and walking into a room in which I know no one.  I like to socialize, I like to be out and a point.  And putting myself (and G-Man) out of my comfort zone again and again and again is tiring.  Especially because there are many more hits than misses.  I've made a few friends, but I've also met a lot of weirdos.

Guess I'm another MWF Seeking a BFF in a new city.