Trials and Errors: The Making of Friends

Now that I’ve been here a few days, I’m starting to remember what it’s like to move. The flashbacks keep comin to the last time I moved, which was Tucson (obviously) almost eight years ago. One of the most interesting, exciting, and difficult parts of moving is finding and making friends. People need people, right? I mean, normal people need people, and when you move to a new place, more often than not you don’t know any of those. I had forgotten how friendship making is so different when you’re new to a place. You’re not as picky. Someone shows up that you even just sort of get along with, and you try it out, sometimes knowing that in a different situation you might not do the same. That sounds really shallow, but it also has amazing potential to broaden yourself because you put yourself out there for people you wouldn’t do otherwise if you were say, already hanging out with people you’ve known for years and happy about it. Like, “Eh, she was cool, but I’ve already got my friends from five hundred years back so I don’t really feel the need to try to make thaaat work.” It’s not that you don’t like them, it’s just that... meh. *shrugs*
I’m also reflecting on the evolution of friendships in a new setting. Of course you’re going to meet a bunch of people, and of course you’re going to hang out with them so you can get to know them. The last time I moved, though, the first people who showed interest in me turned out to be pretty mean girls. The whole girls gone wild drama drama gossip gossip. I hated it. Then, I moved on to someone else and that didn’t work out. I tried out a few people after that and after a while finally found someone I resonated with. The point is, I had forgotten about the friendship “trials” you go through before finding the right person to spend your time with. Up til I find the right person, I’m gonna try and hang out with a girl I met last night whose three weeks new to the area. We’ll see where it goes. :)