Sometimes…
Sometimes I really feel not at home, at home. In my house with my husband and kids, yes very at home. In my town, at my church, with those I count as friends… not so much. I just don't fit. So much more at home 900+ miles away… maybe because those who live where I lived before I moved here know more of my history and have lived so much of my life with me? But it seems the people here don't care to know me well. Don't care to discover my past, or share theirs. There seems to be no desire to become involved in each others lives or to allow anyone in. I guess I'm an odd one. I want a friend who is more than a passer-by. I want someone who is truly interested and who is willing to share themselves as well. No such creature seems to exist here. It is lonely in deed. To find a soul interested in doing something or going somewhere with me, would be a treasure. Seems everyone here has all the friends they need or want and I am just extra. Ok when there is nobody else and if t...