Friends

The majority of my readers know me in outside of my blog. They are primarily friends or family. Three years ago, Jason and I made the difficult decision to move our family from Indiana to Illinois. This move was the hardest most trying time in our relationship. I was miserable. I hated living in Illinois. I was driving home to Indy at least once, if not twice, per month. I hated leaving my friends and family.

I have always had a problem meeting new people. I am not a fan of change. My “home” friends have been my friends for over 10 years, some for 15 or more. They know me and they love me for who I am. I am not the easiest person to be friends with – I can be vulgar, loud, immature, controlling, but I’m also a great listener, open-mined, loyal, caring, and nurturing. I have always expected a lot from my friends.

Finally, after living in this “hell hole” for three years, I have met a group of people that makes me feel like I belong here. They are amazing. I can be my normal dick-and-fart joke self without being judged. I can randomly buy fake moustaches, suggest that we wear them out to the bar, and they go for it with no hesitation.

Jen and Abby are the two that have welcomed me the most. I can barely go a day without seeing one of them. They are some of the funniest, caring, vulgar people I have ever met. It’s like we are all the same person. We have the type of friendship that doesn’t take work. It is effortless, it seems like we have known each other for years. I hope they feel the same way, because they are stuck with me now!