I do like it in Arizona.  Really I do.  I’m just BORED out of my skull.  Lonely, too.  Because, really, I have no friends here. 

Now, before you all start telling me to throw a barbecue or something, let me also tell you that I’m a fairly introverted person.  I am NOT comfortable walking around to people I don’t know and inviting them to my house.  It might be an effective way to get to know my neighbors, and it might have worked for you, but it’s not going to happen here.  Nuh-uh.

So, I guess I deserve to be lonely, then?  Probably.  I do enjoy staying home and reading books, surfing the web, etc.  And daily alone time is required for my sanity, and for me, loneliness is not the worst thing that can happen.  But every now and again I’d like to call someone up and say “I need a break.  Let’s do a movie.”  I want that option!  I need a couple of friends.  Not a lot, really, just a few here and there.

So, I am actively recruiting all my current friends to move here.  None of them want to.  I think it’s just rude, really, that they don’t want to uproot their families, go through house hunting and selling hell, and change jobs just so they can hit Trader Joe’s with me, (oh, the glory of having a Trader Joe’s!) or make fun of bad movies, or commisserate with me as I drive through scary monsoons and watch for rattlesnakes.  Somehow, these things don’t appeal to them. 

My kids are adjusting beautifully, though, and my daughter’s main complaint:  It rains too much in Arizona.  Hee hee.  Didn’t see that one coming.