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Where are MY peeps?

I thought that the friends I made when I first moved to Austin would eventually form my family away from family. That didn't work out like I expected. I've concluded that most of the friends I've made through the kids, have not translated into social interactions sans children. That's the crux of it.

So, how can I actively find and keep female friends; women who I consider my band of sisters? And will they view our relationship the same way I do? And how is this latest harbinger of head-hurt related to understanding my world? Here it comes.

Because I don't interact with people on an everyday basis, (my contact today has been the boys and the Ozarka guy dropping off water), I miss out on the office conversation about the latest news, gadgets, social networking, etc. Now, I'm left to my own devices to acquire and assimilate my world, but what I lack in richness I make up for in diversity. Which brings me to why I am pondering about my peeps. (As a testament to this diversity I found a twitter application that lets you see who is cussing real-time on twitter, but I digress.)

I was listening to Eric Weiner talk about his book The Geography of Bliss, (this is me learning about my world), and he supposes that "social cohesion" makes a nation happy, concluding, (unsurprisingly I guess), that the quality of someone's personal relationships is what makes anyone happy. (And I apologize to Mr. Weiner if I inadvertently mis-represented his findings/opinions.)

So, I need peeps. Got to go back and work at building those long-term relationships and onwards to hyggelig. Roughly pronounced 'hewg-gly', the Danish word for 'cozy', which apparently represents their homes, relationships, society, urban planning, etc. And the Danes are a happy lot.

So go hug your homey today!

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Unknown said…
been there Sal!!! it gets a whole lot better as they grow older, I too was in intellectual starvation for a while, but they grow up fast,
and soon you'll be reading their school essays and real book reports. I learnt Spanish from tapes when S started Form 1; I brought home our first computer - a laptop in '94/95;we all self-taught! together!, and now they teach me !
just 2 adults live here now, and we have 3 computers in the house- all online 24/7, all with active history- when i look back those few years - IT WAS JUST YESTERDAY!!!!, WE love you Sal,
17 August 2009 at 19:06
Austin Trini said…
Raziah, I cannot believe you would ever be in 'intellectual starvation'! :)

Thank you for taking the time to remind me how fleeting these times are, how much learning I have ahead of me, and above all, that I do still have my remote peeps..who love me.
23 August 2009 at 21:29
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