On my own

It is really weird being here in El Paso, so far away from my family. You'd think living here for nearly five years that I'd have more friends. When you have a husband you don't really need friends, and the friends you do have are based on a "couple" relationship. Being in the military, your other friends move or you move. Once in a while you make friends that last. Friends that you will hop on a plane and visit. I am so thankful for those friends.

Many of my current local friends don't understand it when I say that I'm lonely. They are like come over... but it is not that simple. I do really like being at home, usually don't mind that I'm alone. But, it is hard not having a gal pal local that I can confide in, the things you only tell your deepest friends and we provide words of encouragement to each other, then we say F it, go do something.... I know, sounds weird.

So, I have been searching for a roommate and that has not been going well. Had my first perspective option come by today. I don't think she was that interested, we'll see.

I hoped on my bike this afternoon and rode up to the local biker bar/restaurant. Met a couple of fellas, one said crass things like "I like to watch you eat your french fries" then gave me his card, uh, buddy, no! The next fella was really quite interesting and we seemed seemingly compatible. He asked for my number... we'll see.