Since moving to the San Francisco area, I’ve missed many things about Philadelphia – the little cafe near our old apartment that served the best iced coffee around; sitting on the stoop drinking a bottle of wine on a spring night with Felix; cheap rent. The list goes on and on. But most of all, I miss my girlfriends.
This morning I received a text from one of my first (and best) friends in Philly. She needed advice about a situation. I did my best to write out my thoughts to her via text, but honestly, this was the type of advice that is best discussed on a run. Or over some coffee whilst sitting in Rittenhouse. (But definitely not on SEPTA!)
Making friends when you’re older (read: out of college) is a challenge. You either hope to like your co-workers enough to hang out with them outside of work, or you join intramural sports leagues in an effort to meet people. Or maybe you just go to random bars and start yammering to patrons about your life (not advisable).
After a really tough 10k
Although I love my co-workers at my current job, all of them are men. My work schedule is nontraditional, meaning that I work weekends and evening hours, so meeting people is difficult. And while it’s nice to meet new people, I miss my friends.
I have a hunch that my husband feels the same way about his man friends (or at least about the bar he used to frequent, which is kind of like a friend, right?!)
Have you ever moved somewhere and missed your girlfriends?
I miss you, too.