tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123235165783760852.post8350464046661386103..comments2023-10-28T18:27:28.160+11:00Comments on Garden Variety: LonelinessKrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14346897774489967919noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123235165783760852.post-55071439751955018132008-05-06T05:30:00.000+10:002008-05-06T05:30:00.000+10:00I think I spent my 20´s constantly moving to find ...I think I spent my 20´s constantly moving to find somewhere where I feel comfortable, where I felt like I belong. I had good friends, but kept moving away from them (to think they are all in Canberra for god´s sake. I ended up overseas. I met my husband who is the person who balances me and the only person I have felt totally and unconditionally loved by. Yet for this person I now in a little village overseas. It took 4 years until I could speak enough to communicate with people and I have never been so lonely in my life. But I couldn´t run away this time as I was tied by family and a house. And with time, I eventually made friends here. Not like in Australia, but maybe with time. But for the first time I had to learn to be content with myself and find things to be content with instead of running. And I have never been happier. Yet go back to the deck in Canberra, a bottle of wine, cheesy 80 songs, and even after 5 years away, we can still belt them out. And laugh. And cry. And get upset with each other without taking offence. The real friends. They come along very seldom, but for the life of me I will never let them go. They will always be in your heart. Just with a few more wrinkles........Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123235165783760852.post-60076394685330711732008-01-31T14:29:00.000+11:002008-01-31T14:29:00.000+11:00I'm glad you had a good time away.It is difficult ...I'm glad you had a good time away.<BR/><BR/>It is difficult to leave friends and make new ones.<BR/><BR/>But it's not you.<BR/><BR/>xxxLost in reverie...https://www.blogger.com/profile/13357030222002480359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123235165783760852.post-92147434761276573072008-01-31T00:59:00.000+11:002008-01-31T00:59:00.000+11:00Yes.. I hear you, me too.Yes.. I hear you, me too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123235165783760852.post-69655693215492972862008-01-30T14:44:00.000+11:002008-01-30T14:44:00.000+11:00Small towns are hard to crack. I think the likliho...Small towns are hard to crack. I think the liklihood of finding a buddy on your wavelength is harder in small towns (smaller pool of pepole to draw from?). Took me ages, years, in this town. It was a very lonely time.<BR/>You strike me as having a fine sense of humour and an easy manner - so it ain't you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123235165783760852.post-5331750933011913222008-01-29T15:50:00.000+11:002008-01-29T15:50:00.000+11:00i spent my first bit as a mum totally online to ch...i spent my first bit as a mum totally online to chicks o/s. WORST THING EVER.<BR/>It took 3 years to build up some nice dependables who were post-kid me friendly, and i'm still finding new ones.<BR/>I don't have any old friends left really, maybe less than i have fingers. <BR/>the few people i know who are still thick with highschool/uni mates and do regular en mass trips to holiday parks freak the crap out of me.<BR/><BR/>I think many of us are lonely, but i think those moments when you feel ultimately, fabulously and boistrously you need to be semi-regular, and hard to find when you live on an island off an island!<BR/><BR/><BR/>more later, i have to go and explain our elimination diet to the child care centre cook.<BR/><BR/>jeesh its humid in old sydney town today.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123235165783760852.post-45715174987775610772008-01-29T09:13:00.000+11:002008-01-29T09:13:00.000+11:00Small towns are hard, I think. I moved to my small...Small towns are hard, I think. I moved to my small town about 18 months ago, and I really think being happy with your own company is a skill you need to pack along with the supplies you won't be able to buy. I've made a couple of friends, but it's been slow and hard going, and like you I miss the ease of my established friends, and the easy access to movies and yarn shops.<BR/><BR/>I'm lonely too, and I know my personality isn't a great match for the other women in this town. Thank god for my husband, the garden, and the internet.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123235165783760852.post-40049058489098033392008-01-29T09:09:00.000+11:002008-01-29T09:09:00.000+11:00This comment has been removed by the author.Mrs Furphyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10593446157579092697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123235165783760852.post-87319287725564269642008-01-28T22:05:00.000+11:002008-01-28T22:05:00.000+11:00Somehow I suspect it's not you AT ALL, and it real...Somehow I suspect it's not you AT ALL, and it really is your stage in life, and living in a small town. How many people in small town are you really going to find to relate to on a deep level? Not many, or it might take a like time to find them, anyway.Victoriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08537957489838390473noreply@blogger.com