When I starting writing this blog I did not tell anyone what I had begun. Not because I was ashamed or scared, more that it was a place to share, vent, connect and just feel. Then lately it has become more of a place for approval. I guess the approval of "friends". I say it like that because I follow blogs and feel as if I know the person who is writing. In a sense I do, but that doesn't mean that they know me. It is more of a one sided friendship. Sometimes it doesn't feel like my new "friends" are even real. Us bloggers tend to only write the positives and what everyone else wants to read. I mean that is how you make a successful blog right? However, that is not why I write my blog. I want to be a real person.
Making friends is hard. I know that because I am one of the worlds worst at making relationships. You see, I am not good at talking on the phone, I hate to be surprised, spontaneity is not a gift of mine, and even though I try to be brave, I'm not.
We have lived in Anderson now for 9 months. In those months, I do not have anyone I can call up to go visit. It is not from lack of trying. Even though I am not good at a lot of things, I have been trying. I have delivered baby presents to new moms I never even met before, I have attended small groups with people I had never met, I have introduced myself to neighbors, and talked to complete strangers in the supermarket. Don't get me wrong, I have the absolute best friend in my amazing husband, but unfortunately he is very busy.
When you find a good friend hang on to them. Miles make things hard, but don't let them go. They are rare. You see I do have some good friends, but the closest one is hours away. I miss them. So that is why I blog today.
