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My lastest attempts at a social life...

I'm starting a book club. I can't believe it, but I have 7 women coming to my house on Friday night. I haven't had that many people in my house since moving to this country. I'm hoping it goes well.
Since the sun came out again (this country is gray and dark from November to March) and my mood lifted, I have been trying to be pro-active with building a social life. I do this every year when the sun comes out and every year I get disappointed. I figure if I keep trying, something has got to pan out eventually.
With the help of Angela, my one and only English close friend, I have been really social lately. She's introduced me to a few of her friends (one who actually lived in NJ for a while) and we've gone out a few times. With the exception of one of the ladies that are coming for the book club, they are all Angela's friends. The other, I met at Ethan's nursery school. She's the only mom who talks to me. When her 3 year old first started there, he'd scream and cry every time. I could see it was upsetting her, so one day I went up to her and gave some words of encouragement and suggested some ways to make it easier for him. The next time I saw her drop him off, he went in smiling. I was so happy for her. After that, we'd say hello & chat every time we ran into each other. It's been months now and finally, I invited her over for coffee. She came yesterday (which was really nice) and she's actually coming back today for a play date and to the book club Friday night.
I also put a post on a local Mom's website and got 3 moms to meet me at a local park for a meet up. I've done this every spring for the last 3 years and it has never worked out, but I'm trying again. All I want is just a few close friends and some more kids for Ethan to play with. I wish it didn't have to be so hard. I never in my life had trouble making friends before and I'm desperately trying not to let it make me feel like there's something wrong with me. Maybe this will be my year.

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Anonymous said…
Hey Erren, I hope it all works out for you and you end up with a ton of friends! Chris x
Erren said…
Thanks Chris, but I'm not holding my breath.

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