When the Dust Settles

Moving is exciting, having moved, is a bit disconcerting. My house is empty. Well, full of my children, but we are so use to having a house brimming with friends. On my grill sits six lonely cheese burgers, and I made a gallon of potato salad, that only my husband and I will eat. We are enjoying our family, but I would be lying if I didn't admit how much I miss my friends. It takes a while to make friends after a move, and then it happens slowly (or maybe that is just me:) I love how many people I have been fortunate enough to meet in this military life, but there is part of me that would love to stay in one spot, and cultivate, you know something.

Having grown up a military brat, I once calculated that it took an entire year to make a "real friend." I think that holds true for me even today, unless you are lucky enough to move to a place that you already have friends, which was the case in Oklahoma. But, now we are in a different world, and everything is different, and my husband is in training, so we are not officially part of a squadron etc. etc. etc. So there is all this time waiting, and this big empty house ready to have people over. I hope I do not sound like I am wallowing in self pity, I know that friends are "in the wings" it is only a matter of time, but for now thank goodness for facebook, and good friends that still call you everyday to keep you updated on what use to be your life.