Friendly Frontier

Oliver beat me to the punch in his post on Friends.

Himself was dragging Son back to the East Coast, so I again played single pregnant woman. I spent the weekend with Heidi and Family, who fed me good food, didn't laugh too hard when I slept through an entire movie (except the gunshot part) and introduced me to the family cabin.

It's great to have a friend in valley. Except, well, I met Heidi when I lived in Virginia. Even though she's lived in The Frontier for a few years, I still met her in Virginia, thereby classifying her as an "East Coast" friend.

Last night, I went and had dinner at the home of some friends who lived across the street from us in Virginia and recently relocated to The Frontier as well (is this becoming a trend?! Maybe all my Virginia friends will move here!). We dined on mushroom risoto and comiserated about the lack of (as Oliver calls it) "The One True Grocery Store." We also mourned the loss of our beloved church congregation in Virginia, noting that if we had moved into congregations like that one, our social calendars would already be full of something.

And ... The Hobbit Hole's first true visitor was Julie - yet another friend from Virginia (who, unfortunately, is not moving here). Clearly, there is some sort of pattern.

Not that I really have the energy or drive to even be friendly at the moment. I keep forgetting I'm 9 months pregnant and relatively antisocial by nature (the two together are a rather deadly combination).

I realized today, if I keep up the way I've been going, my only friends will be those friends who live(d) in Virginia, and I really will become a hermit. I'm running the risk of letting my entire existence be overcome by East Coast friends because it is easy - my congregation at church is on the smallish side - and everyone seems to busy with extended family and hoardes of kids to be interested friends (at least yet). I work for a company with three full-time employees, significantly limiting the number of people with whom I come in contact daily.

Clearly, I need to get out more.