For me, I was a military spouse. I got used to moving ever 2-4 years. I didn't realize how small my world had become or how shallow my roots were. Sure, I could connect quickly with people, but these were shallow connections. In two to three years, one of us would leave. While we could meet up ten years later and immediately connect where we left off, I never developed those 911 friends. You know, the ones that know what you need without saying a word?
I had to choose where I wanted to live one year after Phil died. How would I know? Home was where ever the military took us. It became him, thus when he died, not having those 911 friends made things much harder. I live on the east coast, but I am not an east coast girl. I am learning, though. My circle will never be one deep again because the loneliness is incredibly difficult at times .
Also, I was not the driver in our house or the electronic person. I hire out the electronic issues and I am working on increasing my driving mileage--laugh.