My friends

EDIT:  I was getting too many hits on just this one entry so I changed the name of it from friends to what it is.... I don't really know why 77 people have decided to look at this one post... I also removed the friends logo because 132 people from mostly other countries has no need to view my blog. lol

So I was thinking the other day and I decided that I miss several of my very good friends. I miss people that I would rather not be friends with. I miss friends who are gone and can never come back- no matter how much I wish they could. It's not like I don't have any friends,I have friends, if you go by my facebook page, I have 183 friends. Though, admittedly a good portion of those are my family and some are people I don't know at all BUT I still have 183! It just feels lately like I don't have any.
I read a quote the other day and it totally fits.
"The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?"
"Sometimes I can go into the mountains and stay by myself for days, weeks, and I'm not lonely, yet at a party surrounded by a hundred people, I am more lonely than ever."

And I must say that I know how that feels. Lately, since we've moved in, I feel very lonely. I have friends around, yet I still feel lonely. I don't know why all the sudden moving back to the place I grew up would make me feel lonely but it has. I hardly ever saw any of my friends where we lived before but I didn't feel as isolated as I do now. Even when I'm with family I still feel lonely. Some days my house is like Grand Central Station, but it doesn't change how I feel. I'm sure that this too will pass, my hope is that it does soon.

And now the unpacking...

Confession...
There hasn't been that much unpacking.... I unpacked the important things, and now we have boxes in the basement that are still sitting there full... I didn't want to be one of the tons of people that said, "oh I've been in my house for 4 years and still have boxes that need unpacking" Yeah, I'm pretty sure that if after 4 years I STILL have boxes-- they're getting thrown in the garbage! My problem is that once they made it to the corners of the basement, I just don't think about them anymore. The family area where the TV is is all cleaned and livable, but I still have boxes waiting to go into my office and Pat's man cave is nothing but boxes because I need to go in there and paint but I haven't done it yet. Why? Glad you asked. Because I don't want to. That's why. I only had two very small rooms to paint and I painted mine, and am not in the mood to do the other one yet. Plus I have a really big dining room table that isn't wearing it's legs on it's side in front of the man cave. See it was supposed to go in the storage room until we need it this Thanksgiving, but it's too heavy for me to move by myself and Pat's always tired when he comes home so I stuck it in front of his door hoping that he'd feel like helping me move it sooner and guess what? It's been there for 2 weeks now. So much for that brilliant plan. Maybe one of these days I can get him to help me move it on in to the storage room. I ran my foot over twice while trying to move it just to where I moved it to. I also plan on going into the storage room and reorganizing everything that's already in there because when we moved in things were just thrown in there and now its a big huge mess and I hate going in there. So I need to fix that and just haven't yet. Cause I'm being lazy on that one...;) And other than learning the noises of our house, (the pipes for the sprinklers make this horrible banging noise when they shut off and they were set for 530am- for the first few days we wondered if someone was banging on the side of the house, it was not fun!) I love the house. The neighborhood is fairly quiet and we've even used the fire pit for some dutch oven cooking and roasting marshmallows. Good times!