Well shuks

I find it ironic that I never felt lonely on my isolated island in the middle of the Pacific. However, on this crazy human-infested chunk of space, lovingly referred to as "the mainland", I have never felt more lonely in my life.

Wait, hold up. Let me explain.

Chris and I have never moved to a place where we didn't have an insta-friend network already in place before we even got there. All them Ramona-ians flock in herds.

I have never loved them more than I do now.

Hmmm.... another post. Another time. You know who you are. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Ok, back to my pathetic social life:
I keep joking with Chris that I'm going to start putting up advertisements around Orange County, and if that doesn't work, I'm going to start cold-calling using our phone book our nice neighbors gave us. Maybe craigslist?? Because seriously people, me and my two boys... it's getting ugly. I'm starting to talk to myself. And reply...

I guess you could say I'm one of those "friends" kind of people. If you are my friend, you are my best friend. I don't do well with acquaintances. Nah, I skip that whole stage, and just assume we are B.F.F.'s... It's true. We probably have a best friends handshake; whether you know it or not. Yep. I'm one of "those" creepy people.

Now, being in a new place is tricky. Anyone that I could possibly ask to fill out a "Taylor Wants To Be YOUR BFF" application, automatically assumes I have a thing called a life. So, it makes it a little difficult to make friends. It's not like I can just walk on campus and find someone I know, and kick it with them. TVA playground?? I now think of that place as a Mecca. Nothing like that here. The whole idea of just walking to some random apartments, waiting for people to come out and hang out, just doesn't have the same ring out here... I would get arrested. I'm sure.

And the mormons?? Ya, they are cool. Everyone has been super nice. But, who knew that the whole world is not over populated with young-newly(ish)-wed-reproducing-starving-students?? It's just a BYU(H) thing??... Buuuuumer. Someone obviously didn't send me that memo. I guess all of the "potentials" (you know, the whole FIVE options) don't see the huge "HEY I REALLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING HERE" written on my forehead.

I guess I was not expecting this.

Sigh.

Oh, and don't feel sorry for me. I have been feeling plenty sorry for myself!! And my husband that I used to have?? Ya, he is out working all day, every day. Work?? Who even does that? Yet again Hawaii, you have set me up for failure!! That whole working-in-the-home deal was an evil plan to trick me into thinking it was normal to have the father of my children home all day. Every day.

Bummer. Again.

Anyway, if you happen to be reading this, and you are in the Orange County area, hit me up. Because if you don't, you might see me standing on the corner with sign that reads: WILL WORK FOR FRIENDS.

And no, I'm not schizophrenic. I just like to keep myself company.

It's funny because it's true.

PS just to add to the feeling of isolation, I got a new phone. And lost all my numbers. All of them... You know me. Text me. And tell me who you are.