Several years ago, when I first moved to for my first high heel job, I spent a lot of time by myself, and more of that time that I'd like to admit was lonely. I grew up in – the laid back, cool cousin to Dallas’ high-style, image-focused reputation – so I didn’t have old childhood friends in the area.
Several of my A&M friends were from the Dallas area originally but several have moved on to somewhere new. Or, we’re just not as close as we used to be, which is what sometimes happens. It's a sad truth but doesn't make it any less a reality.
My incredible group of friends from graduate school were spread around the country. So while I talked to them often and saw them when I could, all of them weren't near enough to get together on a regular basis.
Now thanks to Twitter (and DH), my calendar is full to the point of sometimes being double booked. Not that I'm complaining. I am having a blast. Twitter has introduced me to some great friends.
And being married is about the best thing ever.
Still. There are moments when I long for simpler times. When I only had myself to worry about. When I made a list of things to get done, I knew I could finish the whole list. Then the moment's gone. I remember that those simpler times were sometimes lonely, and I'm happy once again where I am.
I wouldn't trade places with my younger self for anything.