I had a great day.
It's been a struggle to find people who become more than acquaintances. It requires constant work and intention, and you often forget or get tired of trying. I left a meeting on base today completely drained. But I went to a lady "first date" at a coffee shop and was filled, to the brim, and refreshed more than I have been in a while. I don't jive with all Navy wives, but I think I'm on the brink of making another really close friend. And that's really important.
I am so excited.
But unfortunately, I'm down again. Please do not misunderstand me: I am so blessed to find any friends here. And I am giddy with anticipation in waiting for these relationships to grow. Like a six-year-old who returned from her first day of 1st grade with a whole bunch of new friends, I told my husband all about my new buddy, even the tidbits I knew he didn't want to know. You're sometimes excited beyond the point of helping yourself.
I am jazzed.
But tonight, in lieu of seeing all my husband with his friends, his familiars and the people he loves to be around, I miss my best friend. I have no excuse for feeling this way, and no justification. My best friend will fly here in a week, and that is ... just too wonderful for words. But I miss her. I miss living life with her. I miss going out with her in the way my husband is out with his friends right now. The friends who I enjoy being around, but am not as familiar with. The friends I don't have jokes with. Who are still my acquaintances.
They unintentionally sadden me. Because what they have with each other? I have that and more with a person who lives 8,000 miles away. Who loves me deep enough to take time and money (and energy) to fly here to be with me. Until then, I shall be sad. But when she arrives, I expect I'll be full. Full of that joy again. Beyond anything I can grasp right now. Oh when that day comes ...
It turns out wanderlust is a double-edged sword.