I have made a promise to myself to try not judge a book by it's cover? We have all done it whether or not you realize or catch yourself. We can do it with people we meet, places we go. There all the proverbial BOOK. I have caught myself quite a few times and I'm trying to stop it. As of late with the "move" and being in a new town, I have learned what it feels like to be on the outside or to feel judged. It's not a good feeling and it has been a good lesson for me to learn.
Making friends is not as easy as I remember it. In fact we've been here for months and have yet to meet someone that could be referred to as a possible friend. I thought when we moved things would be some how the same as they were where we used to live, not that we would know everybody, but that people would be friendly and approachable. The city once again proved me wrong. I had such high hopes for our family and how wonderful it would be living in a new place with a few connections. Meeting new people and being introduced to friends of our family. Well...maybe that's my problem, the high hopes. I got ahead of myself once again.
You can only keep so busy before you start feeling sorry for yourself. I feel bad for my kids, I can't tell you how many times they've come to me and said they miss their friends. That they had so much to do when we lived in the other place and how bored they are now. We put the boys in foot ball and the school year just started so there's hope. I really feel bad for them, but I don't know how much more of this I can stand.