Best. Confidante. Ever. -or- How scooters changed my life.

People tell me secrets. Two people, in fact. Oddly enough, these two people don't know each other, and have the same secret. And both told me. But I'm not telling you what they are. You can't make me.

Anyway, since I can't tell what these secrets are, how about some reflections of life from my perspective? I still don't have much going on, so I've gotta find something to fill the void here.

I moved to GA in 2005. I just up and left all of my friends and most of my family for a few reasons. 1) I always, ALWAYS wanted to own a house, and in the DC area (where I was living), that wasn't going to happen for a very LONG time. Think about it...it was nearly the height of the housing bubble. Prices were ridiculous. Even the apartment I shared with a friend was over-priced. We were about 1 hour south of DC, in a litte town named Waldorf...and compared to Lexington Park, where I had been the year before, Waldorf was the "big city." We had a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment and paid $1100 a month. Anyway...other reasons for moving: 2) my mom had been sick for awhile, and I wanted to move closer to help them out with errands and repairs and stuff. 3) I wanted a career change. One that didn't include nights and weekends and holidays, but did include a fixed schedule every week. And maybe even a desk. Because in the optical field, those are all hard to come by. But because of #1, #3 was impossible if I stayed. I knew that a change in career would most likely mean a big pay cut...and I just couldn't afford that where I was.

So I told everyone I was moving...and shocked them all, because I really didn't talk to anyone about it before I made the decision, so it kinda came out of the blue. I did ask my mom if it was ok, since, you know, I was moving in with her and all.

When I got here, I had of course told all my friends the usual "end of high school" line: Oh, I'll come back to visit! And you can totally come visit me and we can go to a Falcons game!

And we talked. For about a week. Then we drifted apart. I'm now Facebook friends with a couple of them, but really, we don't talk much. And I doubt they think twice about me 99% of the time. I don't think I even have cell phone numbers any more.

Of course, when I moved here, I only knew my mom and stepmom. I met the now-DH about 2 weeks after I moved here. But neither of us really had many local friends. I have lots of great internet friends, some that I have met in real life, but not too many that lived close.

So for about 3 years, DH and I relied on each other for entertainment. And sometimes his sister (who is the same age that I am) and her DH. But that was about it for socializing.

Then, we got scooters. And we joined riding groups. And started to make friends with other scooterists...and motorcyclists that aren't too snobby to hang with the scooterists. Then, DH started talking to some of his high school friends. In most cases, I'm against this. Seriously, I avoided adding my high school to my profile for the longest time because really, how many people really want to talk to people they went to high school with? I don't go to reunions because there were very few I wanted to talk to when I HAD to...so now that it's optional? Yeah, I'll pass.

Anyway. He started talking to some of his high school friends. Then we hung out with a few. Some were fun. Some were fun to make fun of. So we started hanging out with the fun ones even more. Then...the Disney trip. Where we hung out with another group that happened to be there. And we had a BLAST with them. So we've been hanging out with them now, too.

And I realized...I missed having friends. And binge drinking was over rated, but drinking buddies are fun. As are Bailey's milkshakes.