Moving away from home has been tough.
Almost two years ago now, Chris and I moved from our respective hometowns in Rhode Island and ventured out here to western CT. Work for both of us has been productive and has advanced our careers, but socially it's been a little lacking. We do have each other (and he is my best friend and fiance, so we can actually hang out and have fun), and Chris and I have explored so much of our new town and surrounding areas. We've dined at great restaurants, found some fun new places, and created bits of comfort in this strange new place. I still really love my job and my co-workers have gone from "office mates" to people I feel are my friends.
But at least twice a month, we go home to RI and hang out with our friends, visiting Boston or Providence or teeny seaside towns like Watch Hill or Narragansett. Even though CT has great job opportunities and the excitement of NYC just a quick train ride away, Rhode Island and its sandy beaches will always be home. And my friends will always be my friends, whether I live in the same town as them or I live thousands of miles away.
I realize that RI is only about three hours away from our home in CT, but sometimes it feels like we're living out on the moon. It gets a little lonely at times, and I've missed my friends and family tremendously over the past few months in particular. As the wedding draws nearer, my bridesmaids call often and my mother and I talk several times a week, but I miss having these conversations in person. Truth be told, I'm homesick these days and I miss my friends to the point where I'm starting to whiiiiiine about it.
Blogging, and the internet in general, does provide a certain social outlet. I really enjoy writing and am grateful for all of the people I've "met" in the last few years. But there's something sterile and a bit detached about the internet. I feel very lucky to have met people like Nicole, Shannon, Julia, and Christel who have really stepped past blogging buddies and into the parts of my life that are beyond diabetes. For me, it's about building relationships that actually mean something, not just collecting "friends" like they're baseball cards. And so much of that real connection is possible within this community.
Last night, I had dinner with two women who I connected with through the Fairfield County chapter of the JDRF. One I've met before and the other is actually the sister of a guy I work with here at dLife. (Everyone here has some connection to the disease.) It was terrific to hang out with new people - in person! - and realize there was way more than diabetes to talk about. The three of us tossed around the idea of a Fairfield County monthly dinner or something, and I'm totally game. So ... long blog post short, if you're living in the Fairfield County area and would like to join us for a monthly "It's More Than Diabetes" (or something like that) dinner, drop me a line at kerri [at] sixuntilme [dot] com.
In the meantime, I'll be analyzing how much time I spend online and how I want to reposition the internet as it relates to my life. Life is short -- too short to spend more time face-to-face with a computer instead of ... a face.