For the first week that I was in the States, I literally did not want to talk to anyone. I had used up all my words, all my social capacity, in the weeks prior to leaving. The introvert in me was crying, "Uncle!" and I couldn't imagine a day when I would actually want, let alone need, to interact with people again.
Ok, so now I can.
I am immensely grateful that we are here staying with family. Right now that also includes my brother and sister-in-law who make life fun and meaningful. I've missed them terribly. My oldest, dearest friend Laura lives just minutes away and that too is very good. I love that I can text and call my stateside friends now (although I keep thinking about the time difference before I call, which is unnecessary).
But I still miss my friends. I am reading Addiction and Grace, and I wish I could talk to Karen about it because she read it too. I know that my friend Sung is moving and I wish I could be there to help her pack and watch her kids and consult with her on how to cover the landlord's left behind furniture. My friend Tammy's family had yet another trip to the hospital (they should really open a new wing in their name) and I wish I could be there to process it with her. I want to hear about Martha's trip to Thailand in person. And on and on it goes.
I am thankful that God is surrounding us here with people we love. I am confident that in Orlando we will find new friends. But I can't help feeling that I don't just want new friends - I want my old ones here! This is when I start praying that they will all feel strongly led to move to Orlando. :)