Since I graduated from Purdue three years ago this month, one of my most common complaints is that I really haven't made any new friends around Brookston. Not that I don't love my HHBL, but sometimes a woman needs a close girl friend to do girly things. I have three sisters and a bunch of close bosom buddies but none that live within a hundred mile radius. Now some of this can be contributed to the fact that I worked third shift for the first two and a half years since I graduated college. Most normal people don't keep these kind of hours and the times that I was awake with the rest of the universe, I was still tired, whiny and crabby. The good news is that I have been on a normal schedule since the beginning of the year.
With a rejuvenated spirit, I have been on the lookout for new friends. Corny, I know. I mean how are you supposed to meet friends after college. You can understand then why I was so excited when we were invited to a campfire at a neighbor's house. This neighbor just happens to be a co-worker of my HHBL who I have gotten to know that last few weeks.
The invitation came with the following warning: It might get crazy because our relatives are here from Tennessee, and they brought moonshine. We were not deterred; so we took our chances!
It was a lovely night for a campfire, and everyone was super friendly. It was nice to get out of the house and meet new people. They even convinced my HHBL to try his first swig of moonshine. No worries, I was just a spectator for this event. To commemorate this first, I even got these lovely pictures of my HHBL and our hostess! And yes, moonshine really does come in a mason jar.
You might be wondering where the title of this blog came from. Well our hostess was quite concerned that we would leave the party thinking that they were hillbilly white trash neighbors. So I titled this blog in her honor; however, the truth is that I am quite happy to have such down to earth neighbors that can be called my friends.
Good for you! I understand your loneliness. I have lived in my rural friendless zone for 6 years. Still struggling. At least I have awesome colleagues;) I hope your neighbor becomes a quick companion!
ReplyDeleteThis post cracks me up. I think my parents have a mason jar of moonshine in their garage fridge too. My parents are pretty hillbilly though! I finally met my first neighbor about 1 month ago and I have tons of neighbors! One good one is def worth it. :)
ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree more with Leah. I completely understand the loneliness too. After 11 years, I finally feel like I have a few friends in my town.
ReplyDeleteHeather - do I qualify as one of those friends in G-field? :)I know you do for me!
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