I made a friend.
okay, not really a friend, but at least someone talked to me.
Oh thank god…. Someone talked to me.
It makes the sunshine appear, it makes the day brighter. I am bouncing around like a school girl. It fed my soul to have someone acknowledge my presence.
And I tried really really hard to play it cool, but I think, at some point I may have been, well, a little less than cool.
I kind of remember saying something like “ Oh, it is so great to talk to another adult. I am a little nervous here, and well, no one has really talked to us and it has been really hard.. and, and, and – well, you get the picture.
I may have exploded a little
But I don’t care… someone talked to me
I bounced into the house and told my hubby right away… it was the highlight.
And now, just as I write this, I realize how lame that sounds. Someone talking to me is the highlight of the week. L-A-M-E
But, I don’t know if I can fully explain how isolating it has been to not be welcomed on the school ground, to not be greeted by friends each day, to not have that running lame conversation that we have on the school ground.
It has been like going without oxygen.
And now, because of this one moment, I feel like I can breathe again. I feel like maybe we will fit in on this island… maybe it will work out.