Each time I moved it felt like a blank canvas. Starting over in each town and five different states didn't give me time to make close friends. It is not easy making lasting friendships when I meet them and move on to another place.
When I moved to this small town two and a half years ago, I had no idea what was in store for me. When it became clear that I would be living alone and going through a divorce, I took my time getting close to the women I met at the senior center and various activities I attended.
I make mistakes, say stupid things occasionally, am a dumb blond at times, but the friends I have brought to the inner circle support me and accept me. We laugh and are interested in many things, go on adventures, and have each others' backs.
The canvas is becoming a beautiful piece of life art. Wowza.