On Five Minute Friday, people meet up at The Gypsy Mama (a blog I discovered because of its supremely awesome name) to write for 5 minutes off of her prompt, with no editing. I kinda sorta did it (5-ish minutes, almost no editing, and of course I am ridiculously unhappy/unsatisfied with it).
I used to hate making new friends. I still walk into a room of strangers, feel the color rising to my face, thinking, What will I say to them? How will I convince them I'm normal and likeable and they should be friends with me? Why do I have to think like this instead of just being normal and likeable and friendly? The joys of being an introverted Army wife.
I like making new friends now. It's full of promise.
But oh, what I would give to live near my family! At least for a while. That's all I ask. A season of connectedness in a way that can't be reached through a glowing screen and gritty phone calls and hugs that can't be given.
I have a really great neighbor. I saw her with a friend one day. "This is my sister," she said. "She lives here too." I probably said something really awkward, because I was so jealous. To have my siblings near me! Sometimes when I saw them together, aunts and cousins, just playing together like usual, I would feel a physical pain that my girl doesn't get to be everyday friends with my nephew.
We're here in Virginia now, pretending we're everyday friends, getting to live it for a few precious days out of the year. It's really, really nice.