Things got off to a slow start for us socially speaking. We weren’t foolish enough to expect bustle, but we did expect people sitting on porches, going for walks, & playing in the parks. We saw very little of that in early August: we would take Belly for a walk around the neighborhood and see no one. When Emily moved to Washington at the age of four, she was out of day care and out of friends. Every weekday afternoon she would sit in the window of her house to watch the neighborhood children come home from school. Every so often she let out a plaintive, “Kids! Kids!,” while sadly pointing at the parade of children. Some 25 years later, Emily found herself doing much the same thing: when we would spy people across the street, or across the park, she would point and say under her breath, “Humans! Humans!”
But then, in what seemed like a matter of a few days, things started to change. We’ve found a really fantastic group of people — some with kids, some without, some about to have kids — who are now more than mere humans to us, but actually friends. We’ve apple-picked, gone to the State fair, held chickens, shared a pint, gone for walks in Nerstrand Big Woods and stayed in & gone out for meals. This week will see us celebrate a birthday and play Beatles Rock Band (drool).
We always knew we would find fantastic people here, but we didn’t think we would find so many so fast. Thanks Humans!
I remember Kingston 1967 and wondering if i would ever have frieds!
40 plus years later life has been brimming over with friends and wonderful relationships