She always comes to my rescue

This is my friend, Crouton. We have been friends since we were in eighth grade.

We have done a lot of things together, but never on purpose.

We chose to go to the same college (we didn't want to cling to each other so we did not room together), we got married a few years apart (she was my maid of honor, I was her matron), and then we had babies months apart.

Through out our 15 years of friendship, we have had a very unique relationship.  Today, while we were hanging out after several weeks of not being able to set a time (vacationing, sickness, etc), she summed up our relationship perfectly:  We never spent all of the time attached at the hip together.  We ebb and flow.  We would hang out in the spring consistently because in the summer I was at camp and the fall she was doing band.

We had other friends, some of them we didn't agree upon.

But we always were there for each other.  Bad times, good times, birthdays, medical issues.  We know and love eachothers families. 

And now, having babies together, has cemented our friendship. I love seeing the babies together and imagining them being friends as they get older.

Mainly, she is just a great person and a great friend...who has always been there for me.  I am very lucky.

Best Friends

Part of my personality quirkiness is the need to have a best friend.  Maybe it is part of being one of three kids (esp. the oldest with two brothers), but I always felt a little odd-person-out.  And my family moved/I changed schools in those formative years 5th, 6th, 7th grades...so, growing up was a little like a "Where's Waldo?" in trying to find my best friend.

College was wonderful.  I found wonderful friends...almost a dozen best friends. And then my ultimate best friend: Kdubs.

As much as I love having Kdubs as my best friend and now joining the moms club, I realize that I have isolated some of my old friends. 

Combine that with a six hour time difference and months of no-face-time...and I really have very few IRL (in real life) friends to speak of.

I miss having girl friends, ones to shop with, ones to confide in, ones to be silly and girly with...however, I find incredible solace in creating my own little "friend." It gets lonely being a nomad.

While she doesn't necessarily chose to be my friend, I love spending time with her.  And my eternal best friend:

A month gone, too much to post

There has been so much going on with our temporary move stateside.

We are finally getting settled back in the ATL.  It seriously took me almost 2 weeks to unpack.

We have been visiting in-laws and getting our routine re-established.  It has been a bumpy road.

Add to that 2 more part time jobs and getting Kdubs ready to make a 6 week trip back to Central and Eastern Europe...and I am wiped.

We have had a difficult time adjusting to living in a "community" setting again (read: live with my parents and new pseudo-adopted brother).  and I have realized that I have lost a lot of my friends stateside.  People have gotten used to not calling me and seeing me...and that makes re-inserting myself into their lives harder.

I am also somewhat overwhelmed with all the things that I can do with my time here: take classes, start new projects, etc.

And when I am overwhelmed, I hide like an ostrich.  It is one of my lovely personality foibles.

I really should use my blog to release some of that energy, but after hours of database and website work, I just want to be away from the computer.

I would love to hear if anyone is still out there?  Care to de-lurk?