In the last month and a half, I’ve lost my roommate to her fiancee… they bought a house together and are so happy. It’s been very isolating and reflective and lonely, but I feel like I’m coming out of that fog of living alone and being by myself.

Tonight I met up with 4 of my friends and we went downtown for half price martinis. I love these Monday nights. We end up in fits of laughter, being our silly old selves and usually decide that we need to go dancing all night (usually that doesn’t fly on a Monday, though). For at least 7 years now (I’m very much a “chronology” gal- you’ll hear me reference dates, years, landmarks in time quite often), I’ve yearned for close girl pals. At least half of the boyfriends I’ve ever had endured my melancholy stemming from the fact that I didn’t have those heart/soul connections that I wanted. Has my friendship situation ever been perfect? No, I can’t say that I’ve ever been someone to make friends quickly. I take time. But I think I’m at a good high point now. And I guess today, for the first time, I look back and say I have it. I know that these people are permanant fixtures in my life because I want to see them after Martini Mondays and we meet for coffee before church, we have dinner at a steakhouse because one of us won a crucial bet, we run together in the summer mornings (even if it only lasts for 2 weeks). I feel a little more understood, a little more loved, because of these women.