We have been in our new home for just over 6 weeks now. After making the big move from North Wales to Worcester, due to Hubby’s work. And it is fair to say that the honeymoon period of moving is now well and truly over – and that life is resuming to some kind of ‘normality’ again.
During the months before we moved here with our 3-year-old-twins Harry & Lottie, Hubby was working away all week. Coming to Worcester for his head office role early on a Monday morning, returning home on a Friday, and hardly seeing us at all. And gosh, was this tough. This therefore cemented the decision to leave our previous life behind and come and settle here – 15 mins away from his office – to enable a proper family life.
And this, we have most certainly achieved. He is home most nights for the twins bath and bedtime, and spending far more quality time with them (which they love)…and I feel as though I have a partner back again. Rather than one that I communicate with via FaceTime.
And we have such a beautiful home. Stunning. I am so happy with it, and delighted that we live here. It really is the dream.
And Hubby is happy at work. And the twins have started at the new preschool and love it. And so everyone I care for is happy.
But…*and I knew this day was coming*…I actually feel alone at the moment.
The first few weeks here were great. Filled with unpacking boxes, the excitement of exploring a new area, and the thrill of being in a new home. However, whilst there is still so much excitement going on in our lives, 6+ weeks of not seeing friends, or much of my family, is proving tough. The ability to simply text a friend and meet up for coffee, or pop to see my Mum, has been taken away.
Now, before you feel uber sorry for me and race to see me and give me a hug, I have started to make ‘friendship’ progress. In fact only this week I met a Mum at preschool who mentioned that she would love to catch up for a playdate soon (which of course, we will do).
In addition, I have already spoken to a few Mums on our new estate too. And there is a local village hall where they run fitness classes, which I am going to go along to.
And yay for blogging! I have met up with a wonderful friend already and her beautiful girls. And I have plans for cake with another soon!
So all is not lost quite yet!
I’m lucky really. For I am not afraid to chat to people. I am certainly not shy and am fairly chatty. But, so far, the ‘chances’ just haven’t been there yet. I have been so busy getting on with other things that friendship hasn’t really been on my mind as yet.
Well, not until now.
All of this is in stark contrast to my previous life. I had so many lovely, amazing friends – and my social life was quite busy. The twins and I would see friends and catch up with a person almost every week. And so with this in mind, I guess I am missing the adult company, and a chance to talk to somebody else about something other than wee or poo (for it does get a little tedious several hundred times a day!).
I have realised lately that I need company more than I ever realised. That actually, I crave people around me. I need a social life, and I need other people beyond my own little family. For my own well-being.
As my very wise Sister-in-Law said – making one friend usually leads to another. For once you meet one person your social circle often grows. And that is so right. It happened before (in North Wales) and so it can happen to me here too. After all, it is still very early days. And I can’t be the only one here, feeling this way. Motherhood / maternity leave / being a Stay-at-home-Mum can all be wonderful, but can also bring loneliness. Most of the women I have known so far have loved a good playdate, not just for the child’s social development, but for the adult company and cake!
Of course I am still in touch with my old friends. Thank goodness for social media! And hopefully soon we will be popping back to say hi.