Wow! Once again, it's as if Kate has peeked into my journal or listened in during my quiet time. "Friends" has been a recurring theme for some time now.
For a myriad of reasons of circumstances
- kids graduating from high school -- many of my most wonderful friendships were with moms of teammates, friends, etc.
- moving almost an hour away to build a house and raise cows & chickens
- becoming a widow
- moving another 90 minutes away to the city to start a new job
- moving back home but commuting 2 hours each way to that job
as well as things I could/should have done differently, I find myself with acquaintances and one or two quasi-friends and a larger number of Facebook friends (who I hold very dear) but no real friends.
And oh, how my heart longs for friends.
Friends who . . .
- share common values, but not necessarily beliefs
- are available, who aren't incredibly busy, with no time left for friendships
- like to do things -- travel (inexpensively), play cards or board games, go to sporting events, browse the local shops just for the fun of it, etc. -- and even try new things
- don't have to always be doing something or talking about something
But more importantly, friends . . .
- with whom I can share openly and honestly and who know they can do the same
- who understand
- with whom I can laugh until I cry
- with whom I can share a few tears of sorrow and who feel comfortable doing the same
I read an article once about a lady who longed for over 15 years for what she called "book club -- possibly even without a book club -- friends." I knew just what she meant. She wasn't so much looking for monthly or weekly discussions about a book; she was searching for community.
As I age, I often feel the need to hurry, that time is precious and that I don't have so much that I can dilly-dally about finding what my heart searches for.