I told someone I have no friends here now or yet. We’ve lived here almost 6 years. But I do have some and I have had some. Friends for a season, anyway. Michelle, Deb, and Jennie. They’ve moved away or moved on to other places in their lives. And I have some people who always speak with me when I see them and seem happy to do so. And I had lunch with one who is incredibly busy and we spoke as friends.

Perhaps I had made the bar too high. I don’t expect to talk to P regularly. (She’s opposed to the phone.) And yet I love her and count her one of my five closest girl friends in all the world. (My husband is closer than any of the five.) And AC, whom I also love, I speak with now once a year.

So, perhaps, I have been overly dependent on my friends. Perhaps Lori E was right and I have been “dependent,” literally.

If it was true, it is less so now, six years along into our life here. And I don’t have any close friends here. I don’t have a single person besides my husband that I speak with once a week… But I still count my life as good. I have been blessed and I know it.

So I’ll have to give over my too high expectations and remember that, even without close friends here, I enjoy my life and find it good.