
I’m back there again. Lonely. Moving to a new city always does this to me eventually. I go through a cycle:
- Adrenaline rush of new place, which will be better than old place because it has more/better x, y or z.
- “Oh shit!” realization that new apt/house will require all sorts of new purchases (this is followed by happy shopping dance and much later by sad credit-card-balance shuffle).
- Decorate, explore new neighborhood and generally do nesting activities.
- Get house in good enough shape to entertain.
- Realize I don’t know enough people to host a coffee klatch, let alone a cocktail party. Too bad, since I’ve turned the front room into a lounge/bar area.
- Pout about not knowing anyone.(I’m currently in this stage. Can ya tell?)
- Call/DM/text/e-mail friends in other cities to assure myself that I am not a total reject.
- Wait for calls/DMs/texts/e-mails to be returned.
- Get over my self pity, go out and meet people.
Maybe I can skip ahead a few paces this time. Nothing personal, Lonely. I just don’t want to share the road with you for very long.
Image: “Lonely” by Crystyl