It's like Coldplay's The Scientist says... Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard.

Moving across the country is not supposed to be easy, but is it supposed to be this hard?
Maybe, but one thing is for certain, nobody let me in on that secret.

New friends, new responsibilities, new streets that  have like 3 names, new shops. . . a new life.
Suddenly I am in a place where I do not know anyone and I am the one who is different.  After a lifetime of fitting in, I suddenly have an accent (which by the way, I do not... these Tampa people just talk funny!) and I feel like the odd woman out.  I do not know where to find anything, how to get there,  or how to meet anyone. And Google - well it is not as helpful as I hoped having already lead me astray more than once.

Luckily I find the people here to be more than helpful.  My new 'friends' at Starbucks advised me of a great hair salon and the stylists a great dog groomer.  Anyone care to tell me how to make a real friend while we are at it? And on top of everything else, I miss my husband who is back "home" while I try to ready things here.  It feels like a life started without him, and I cannot wait for it to be over and us to be here together in the sun - friendless, lost, confused, but hopefully smiling.