My sister called me last night just as I was brushing my teeth before I went to bed. It wasn’t all that late — just 10 and she was hanging out with a girlfriend watching the snow come down. I love my sis – she’s my very best friend and I love most of her friends so it was nice to see them hanging out and having fun in the snow. I miss that. I miss having friends who come over to my house on the reg just to hang out, drink wine, and play cards or binge watch #goodfuckingtv. I also miss the snow. 🙂

I’ve always had great friends. I met my best friends in college and we’re all still friends today. When I lived in NYC, I was lucky to find an apartment next to best man I’ve ever met. He still lives in NYC and he’s still my bff. In South Dakota I met wonderful people, but I’ve lost touch with some of them and I’d like to reconnect, but it’s so easy to be lazy about reconnecting. Sending a text or an FB message is a lazy way to reconnect. I’ve got to be more proactive. I know for sure that my friend Coral from Yankton bought a new house last year and she has a great boyfriend, but I haven’t talked to her about any of that stuff. And I also know my friends, Cathy & Les built a new house too, but I haven’t talked to them since they moved in. This is all to say that I’m lonely here in Charlotte. I’ve got friends, but no BEST friends. I’ve got workout buddies, but not wine buddies (there is a very specific difference). And it’s probably my fault. I’m not an introvert. I like to go out for dinner and drinks. I like the movies and breweries. Even so, I find myself doing a lot of solitary activities like running and walking my dog. Thrifting can also be a pretty lonely adventure, although I know there are other people out there who like to do it. I have a moonlight gig – I ref field hockey & lacrosse, but let me tell you — NO ONE wants to be friends with the ref. 🙂

It would be so much easier to meet people if I had kids, but I don’t so I miss out on all the meet-ups with kids and parents. I’ve done some volunteering in my neighborhood and there are nice people that live around me, but I often feel like the odd man out: I’m single; I have no children. I’m not complaining about how my life turned out (not right now anyway), but I have to put more effort into finding my peeps when I’m in a new place.

Today I paired a #LOFT sweatshirt with a denim skirt, black tights, and a pair of flat, red booties. It’s a comfortable outfit that doesn’t look sloppy. My sister hates these boots. She thinks they’re faintly geriatric, but they’re comfortable. My toes can settle the way they’re meant to settle all day, which is so enjoyable after trying to break in new-to-me shoes.