I’ve been here long enough that my friends are starting to PCS. One left in August and another is leaving in a few days.
It took me a while to make friends here. I’m not just talking about the girls that you hang out with occasionally, who always end up being your neighbor or their husbands work with your husband. Those girls are great. Don’t get me wrong. But I’m talking about real friends. The kind you tell your troubles too. The kind you can call in an emergency and they will either take your kids or come pick you up. Those friends. I don’t hang out with these girls all the time. I only have long, random phone conversations with one. I know that they are there in the event I need them though and I know they can say the same for me.
Like I said, it took me a while to make friends here. I was excited about moving here, but this is really only my second duty station. I’m not used to the frequent moving that some military spouses are. (I lived at the last place for 8 years. Way too long.) I don’t want to say I was ever depressed after I got here, but you get to a pretty low point when the only person you have to talk to all day is a toddler, who at that time, didn’t talk much at all. Hubby would walk in the door at night and I would attack him! Poor guy. Lots of days, he was the only adult I talked to. I made a point to leave the house most days, but that doesn’t mean you are having conversations with anyone.
I have since read/seen/heard of other new spouses on island who are going through the same thing. It’s one thing to move, but add moving to another country on top of it and it is not easy. On one hand I feel bad because I know what they are going through and on the other hand I’m glad it wasn’t just me! I’ve made the effort to reach out to a couple new bloggers on island because of this. One I became really good friends with and the other, nothing bad, just not great friends. We’ve all been the new girl and it’s never fun.
So anyways. We had a going away at the office that I had to miss because of Little Man’s obligations. This past Friday, we had a going away party. Our bowling alley has a private room with 2 bowling lanes and karaoke. We rented it out for a couple hours and had our usual fun. There were dinner reservations afterward, but no one was hungry, so after much deliberation, we decided to just head to the NCO club to hang out for a while. We drank a little, talked, and felt kinda awkward at the “club”. I’m too old for the bar/club scene. Monday night, a few of us went out to dinner with a few friends that weren’t able to make it on Friday. The goodbyes are never ending! It seems like the majority of my friends leave in the next few months. My sayonara doll is going to get a work out!