We've now been in Denver for almost a year -- we moved into our apartment on August 20, 2011 -- but despite knowing a lot of people, I still feel like an outsider sometimes. I think I can attribute this to two causes, aside from the obvious truth that it takes time to feel at home in a new city: 1) The vast majority of writers in town are involved in academia somehow, either as students or teachers or both (with MFA and PhD programs in both Denver and Boulder). I'm apart from all that. And 2) I'm not on Facebook. I never felt that opting out of Facebook hurt my social life in Boston, but here it really seems to. I'm less visible. I'm half a person! I also read recently that employers assume people who aren't on Facebook must be psychotic or otherwise have something atrocious to hide. Great.
Things that are good: I'm writing a lot, almost every day. I bought new glasses, for the first time since 2005. Well, right now they're just frames, with fake lenses. I'm tempted to just wear them, over my contacts. (NOT OKAY, RIGHT?) I'm also working on a play -- not writing but acting in one. John is directing it and I'm playing the female lead. This is insane! It is a very bizarre and difficult part and I am not a pilot. This is mostly good but also kind of bad because sometimes I get so frustrated and embarrassed by it I want to collapse to the earth and weep. Also, I don't seem to get hangovers anymore.
Things that are bad: Oh, you know. Loneliness. Lack of hangovers aside, one can't deny we're getting older and flabbier all the time. John lost some of his classes, which was very bad, but then he found new ones at the last minute, which is good.
With romantic relationships, the early falling-in-love stage is arguably the best part, but with friendships, the early stages are a drag. I don't want to have to woo new friends for a year. I want to be old friends, instantly! Complete trust!