I miss you

One thing I have loved about growing up on a tiny island in the Pacific Ocean, besides the beauty, is the friends I have made. Some I have know since we were in diapers and some you would think I've know that long. But what hate about it is you spend all this time with these people, making memories, creating unbreakable bonds and the after graduation you are scattered around the world. And now in the age of texts and Facebook, you barely hear from people. Except for a few likes and comments. Or the yearly Happy New Year text.


We have all grown up, have families and jobs. And everyone is busy with life, but I miss my friends. And to be honest, I don't have many friends here. I mean really, I can't drive, I don't work and when I do leave the house its for food or Drs appointments. Or to the park with the family. So there aren't many opportunities to meet new people.

I may sound absolutely crazy when I tell you how refreshing it is to walk my son to his class room just to see new faces. I usually walk out with one or two of the moms and it always makes me feel so much better. I look forward to it most days. Unless I'm feeling like ass, then I know I look like ass and I just stay in the car and let him go in by himself. He likes going by himself, but I still go every chance I get. I know, I'm lame right?

I always pictured myself as the soccer mom who volunteers at the school and has playmates and big birthday parties. Always on the go. But instead, I'm sick and stuck at home.  I've become a social reject.