We are a few days in. The kids are making friends, the boxes are being unpacked, the chicken coop is clean.
These are all good things.
Except.
Well, except it has still been hard to meet anyone.
And I mean ANYONE
I am not sure if there is some secret signal we are missing, or if we need to seriously pass 5 winters here before we are considered saltspringers…. But we are still getting the averted eyes and the distant looks.
And it is getting lonely.
I was always the mom who greeted the new peeps, who swept them into life and activities, who paved the way and welcomed them.
I need a me, but nobody is stepping up.
It makes you doubt yourself a little (ok, a lot) It is making me and the hubby grouchy (he has noticed it too) and it is making us sad.
See, we are nice, friendly, normal, hardworking, often fun, entirely honest people. I cook well, and bake very well. Our kids are pretty good and we have usable network skills (like you should always have a massage therapist as a friend… I can also be very useful!)
In all honesty, we are a bit of a catch…
So why is no one interested?
After a few gin & tonics (and a few more, and suddenly it is more than a few) I give myself the pep talk, then keep on smiling talk, the everything is going to be allright talk.
And I keep smiling and hoping and crossing my fingers behind my back.
And deep down I fear that no one will talk to us… ever, or if they do we will be so desperate for conversation we will explode on them.