Making connections

I love where we live. The area is beautiful with all the beaches, playgrounds and parks to visit. My husband's family is wonderful, and have totally adopted me as their little lost puppy; seeing how I barely have any friends down here for myself, I can be a bit clingy. But lately, the fact that my friends and family are all over an hour away has had me down. Pregnancy hormones? Perhaps. But the first thought I have when my husband works or has plans is to hop in the car and make a Worcester trip for the day...which isn't helping me establish many friendships of my own down here. 

My only connections were co-workers from the job I just quit, and the mothers and their kids who I met at that job. I've stayed in touch with most of them, but they all have their own lives and friends here, and don't always have the time to squeeze in a coffee or playdate. It's great on the occasions we do see each other, especially for Lyla who now has virtually no child interaction since the Y, but nothing beats those life long friends who know your whole life story. 

So, this is my little pity-party blog about having a hard time adjusting to a new town after living in one place for 21 years, but I'm trying! And that's all I can say for now.