Every once in awhile I have a week that really sucks. Even if things are going well around me, inside I feel like running away. Twice in the past two days I almost did. Funny thing about island life is that in order to truly run away you need to take a ferry and when you come up against that barrier you realize you need to turn around and go home. Okay life I’m ready for this phase to be over. Next please. This has been one of those weeks.

It’s quite bizarre really. What do I have to feel crappy about? Just this week I booked a flight to Paris, and I am going in March with one of my oldest dearest friends whom I haven’t seen since she was the matron of honour at my wedding five years ago.

We met in Paris when I was 18 and she was 15 so this is coming around full circle now 18 years later. We sat next to each other on a bus for 8 hours and it sealed the deal for a lifelong friendship. I went to her high school graduation, she came out to see me two years later, I went out for her wedding, she came out for the birth of my first child and then my wedding a few months later. She was there for me during another extremely difficult time in my life. She’s one of those people I don’t even have to talk to for a year and then when we do we just pick up where we left off. She’s someone I still write paper letters to because that’s what we did in the 1990′s, and there’s just something about getting a paper letter in the mail makes the whole day better.

So yeah, I’m going to Paris and I should be ecstatic about it, and I am, but I’m too busy wishing I was somewhere else (maybe Paris?) to feel anything. I could write a long list of things and people that have disappointed me this past week, the stress over applying for my Master’s degree (again), the shitty job I think I’m doing of homeschooling my daughter (at least 4/5 days a week), the issues I’m struggling with parenting and the ones with blogging, or the crazy hormone fluctuations that appear to be getting worse by the month, but I don’t think any of those things are at the root of what is going on with me. I’m just plain not happy right now.

And if there is a reason for my unhappiness it I’m too overwhelmed by life to figure out what it is.

A friend of mine asked me how I was today and other than talking about my graduate studies application I was at a loss for words. I still am. I suppose that writing this was not the light bulb moment I was hoping for.

One thing I wish I had right now though are my friends. I used to go out with friends once a week before we moved. Hanging with girlfriends is very therapeutic even if you don’t even feel like you need therapy. And now, other than one friend who I haven’t had more than a half hour coffee date with since I moved here, and a single ex-boyfriend who I really don’t need to adopt as my new bff, I am friendless in this city.

It’s freaking hard to make friends in the city. I miss my small town where everyone knew someone who knew you or one of your friends. Here, people are so…. so…. aloof, and busy, and pre-occupied, and snooty. Either that or everyone I’ve met already has enough friends. I’m a nice person people. You want me to be your friend. Just ask my friends. I can give you references?

I need to go to a La Leche League meeting. It’s where I met all my original mommy friends. The problem with going now though is that my nursling is three and a half years old. What new mom can relate to nursing a pre-schooler? Plus, most moms make friends with other moms who have kids around the same age. Gone are the baby days for me. Honey, can you get a reversal on your surgery so I can make new friends?

Note: To my new readers – I am usually not this neurotic. Please check back another day when I am feeling saner. To my faithful readers, thanks for being there. It’s nice to know someone is listening.

P.S. I will write more about my Paris trip another day.

P.P.S. If you wanted to make me 17% happier you could enter to win this gorgeous Celtic Fire Nursing Necklace by Wild Mother Arts.

Photo credit: Yirsh



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