Alone and Unobserved

It was just about a week ago that I realized that I was ALL ALONE IN THE WORLD.

Of course, by that I mean that none of my good, close friends live within walking distance. I thought about it, and it hit me that it had been months, entire months, since I had just sat around with a group of real friends and talked. It was kinda depressing, actually, especially since there wasn’t a good reason for it. Sure, I don’t know many people in Salt Lake yet, but a) I haven’t really tried to get to know anyone here, and b) it’s not like I’d have to travel to the moon to visit my sister or my Provo friends.

Well, thanks to my friend Brad, I can start counting again from last Saturday night. Brad moved what must have been heaven and earth to get a group of his mission buddies together, and fortunately I didn’t have other plans. It was a blast. One of the reasons I’ve stayed clear of mission reunions and such since I started pulling away from the Church is the fear that I’ll feel excluded and out of place, but there was none of that on Saturday night. It was a great feeling just to be accepted and affirmed.

Maybe I’ll even go the the reunion in April, if there is one. What a novel idea.