Sometimes I just want to take a crowbar, firmly wedge myself
into a group of best friends, and pretend like I had been there from the start.
Does this happen to anyone else? Like I watch them from afar (thank you social
media) and think to myself—Hey, I like
that too. Or, Hey, that is something
I love to do. Or HEY! We are just exactly
the same, you and I. And in my case, it isn’t just a single group either.
In fact, it is almost any group; any gathering of friends I am not part of.
Every party, every event—Every. Freaking. Time. It always makes my heart hurt a
little bit to be excluded. Then I feel silly, because I don’t even really know
them! It is a vicious cycle I just can’t seem to quit. And why? Loneliness.
I pretty much have one best friend who has stuck with me
through thick and thin over the years—and what a blessing she is. The
friendship has lasted despite, or perhaps because of, the distance always
between us. In looks, we couldn’t be more different. I am tall, and while not
heavy, sturdily built with blonde hair, brown eyes, and skin that tans easily
in summer. She is shorter and wisp thin with red hair, green eyes, and
freckles. We actually met on the monkey bars, playing Olympic gymnasts, when I
was about eight, and she was a year and a half younger. Over the years we never
went to the same elementary school, the same junior high or high school, and
for the most part, we didn’t go to the same college either. Across our entire
educational career we literally had one class together. But we only lived about
a block and a half apart and had so much in common we were as close as sisters.
I had other friends in the neighborhood and friends on the
swim team, but none of those really stuck beyond school. When college came and
I felt like suddenly they all vanished. Back then I didn’t know anyone, and
didn’t really have time to know anyone. I worked, went to school, went to the
gym, slept and repeated the cycle. I still had my best friend most of the time,
but we were getting busier and busier with life. Then I got married and moved—but
not too far. Then she got married and moved—to Carolina. We were still best
friends, but we hardly ever saw each other anymore.
And while I did find enough time to date and marry my
husband in that time (thank goodness), there weren’t too many more people who
stuck quite so tightly as him, my best friend, and my family. A lot of the
friendships we made in our neighborhood were ebb and flow. We would spend a lot
of time with people, thinking that this was finally it, but then they would
move out or get busy with their jobs. Then we had our own kids. For some that makes
building mommy friendships easier. For me it was even more difficult. I tried a
few times to connect, and wedge myself into a group here and there. It just
never worked out. You can’t force someone to be your friend. You must choose
each other. And while there is something so beautiful and wonderful about that,
it is also terrible.
Rewind to just over a year ago when we sold our home of 10
years to live in an apartment. We wanted to build a house better suited to our family
desires, and I knew the apartment was temporary—a year at most. It felt like a
waste trying to make any connections there. Why bother when we would be leaving
in just one year? And it got harder and harder to stay in touch with my old
friends. We never really spent that much time with each other, even when we
were in the same neighborhood. And with the distance between us every visit had
to be planned and scheduled. It felt like a job! As a result I just spent all
that time with my family—not all a bad thing. I love them to pieces and they
are so much more than just friends to me. But at the same time, they are stuck
with me no matter what, just like I am stuck with them.
In this new neighborhood, I sort of feel like I have
this blank slate, much like I did in college. Except this time I have room
in my life to actually do something about it. And that completely stresses me
out. I desperately want to make those deep connections again, but man I just
know it will be a struggle for me. Will they like me? Will they want to spend
time together? Will they make time? Will they choose me as much as I choose them?
Will the friendship feel easy between us, like we had already been friends all
this time? Can we just keep showing up in support of each other? I really, really hope so. Wish me luck!