I’m the New Girl … and nobody knows.
It’s weird really. When I’ve been the New Girl in the past, people knew.
When I switched schools after first grade, people knew.
When I entered a Christian school in January of 4th grade, people knew.
When I started at public high school after being in private school forever, people knew.
When I switched high schools (and states) in the middle of 9th grade, people knew.
When I started at college, well, we were all new, so, people knew.
When I got married and moved to a new town in CO and started a new job, people knew.
When I had to switch churches because, well, that’s what happens to a pastor’s wife when her husband gets a new job, people knew.
But now, no one knows. I go to the mall, and I sit alone while Josh runs crazy at the play place. I see ladies and their friends arrive, stroller by stroller with their kiddos, content to sit and chit-chat while their children play.
I go to parks and crawl around with Joshua while other moms have their playdates or cell phone calls, all the while wishing they’d move past that polite smile and ask me my name and where I’m from.
I walked around Target today, and got kind of annoyed with myself because every woman who looked 25-30ish, who wore a wedding band and had 1 or 0 children was a potential friend to me. It’s like they had “Possible Friendship” written on their foreheads. Which is truly a great approach to life, but seriously, what am I supposed to do? In a Target? With a cart? Stop and say, “Hi! I think we could be friends. Wanna give it a try?”
It’s so weird, being the New Girl. No one knows I’m the New Girl, and I’m not quite sure how to break in! I’m seriously going to start approaching people, groups of ladies (and we all know how intimidating that is) and saying, “Hi! I’m new. I need friends. Will you be my friend?” and see how it goes.
I’ve been the New Girl a lot in my life. Less than some, but more than others. But this time is definitely weird, because no one knows!