A quick “downer” note to our adventures in the north.
I realized today that one thing I actually miss is running into people I know. We were back in Mystic for a couple of hours today and we ran into three people who know us and we hadn’t planned to see while we were in town, while in a huge crowd of tourists. I haven’t lived there for over a decade but there were some smiling faces. I wonder who else I knew in that crowd and just happened to miss?
Here, in our new home, I go weeks without meeting a friend out and about – even at the local grocery store. I feel out of step with the people around me, I haven’t found a common rhythm with my neighbors. It’s probably common for people who move to a completely new area but it sucks all the same.
