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San Francisco Bay

When I move to a new place, I become really brave because I am desperate for friendship.  In 2007, when I moved with two friends to San Francisco after college, we did the most random things.  At the time, I didn’t recognize that they were random, I just thought they that were part of exploring a new city.  I guess random and exploration go hand in hand.  Within our first week, we got offered cocaine by an Egyptian that we met at a bar, a Rastafarian asked if he could touch my feet, and the three of us showed up uninvited to a house church that I had found out about on-line.  (For the record, we did not accept the cocaine, I don’t remember if I let the gentleman touch my feet, and we never went back to the house church.)  Okay, are you getting the idea?  Random and desperate.


Since then, my life has changed A LOT (I hate using those two words, but sometimes they are the only two available to convey the message that I’m going for).  I’m married.  I don’t live in a city.  BUT, I do live by a bay, and I am still desperate for friendship.  In San Francisco, I was OVERWHELMED by things to do and people to meet.  There were at least ten posters on every shop windowadvertising an upcoming concert/street fair/festival, etc.  On the Eastern Shore, its a bit more like a scavenger hunt.  They (the things to do and the people to meet) make you work to find out where they are.

Chesapeake Bay Bridges

The Other Bay-the Chesapeake

Since we have moved here, I have found solace in crafting.  Knitting and sewing have been my focus.  I’ve also been reading, but crafting gives me the sense of productivity and creativity that my personality type craves (or so I’ve read).  I’m hoping to find not only solace in crafting but friendship as well.  At church last week, a woman told me that she and some other women meet from 3:00 to 11:00 (8 hours!) on Fridays to craft.  Potential friendship opportunity #1.  AND this weekend, Gregg’s mom Elizabeth treated me to my first skein of Baby Alpaca yarn (oh so soft!) at a yarn shop called Purls.  The woman behind that counter told me that a group of women knit together on Thursday evenings.  She said socializing is half the priority.  Potential friendship opportunity #2.

If I had a group of friends, I would not venture out to craft with people that I didn’t know.  I would probably just work on my projects at home by myself.  BUT, I’m desperate and brave.  So, I’ve got to go give this friendship through crafting shot.

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