happiness

Meeting new friends

I hate meeting new people. It was one of the hardest things about our constant moving – that I had to make new friends over and over. It’s hard to establish that tribe. 

I made a new friend by accident this morning. It started with her saying I don’t know how you feel about God but…. and lead to us talking about everything from our spiritual beliefs to parenting to marriage to the difficulty of having curly hair. 

It was weird because we just opened up and shared some pretty personal things with each other – and I usually don’t do that. 

Happiness is a new and unexpected friend. 

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