When I moved to my husband’s hometown on the prairie, I told him I was sure I wouldn’t have any friends here. I was quite convinced there weren’t any women on the prairie like me or that could relate to me. I holed myself up into our tiny house where our living room was our dining room and my home office. Slowly I would walk around town (I was pregnant with Miss E) and I started smiling at people. Then people eventually started saying hello along with some whispers in the grocery store, “Oh that’s Nathan’s wife” and pointing at me ensued. A few people reached out right away though to meet me and were each my friend. I am forever indebted to these women for being my first true friends during a lonely, unsettling time for me.
To me, she’s just Roxy, my friend who lives down the road from me, loves coffee as dark and rich as I do and likes to take brisk walks with me. She listens. She quietly mentors me. She brings structure to my chaos. I needed a mentor when I moved to the prairie and I’m blessed to have a friend and mentor in Roxy.
- Follow GFC (Google Friend Connect) on the right sidebar
- Subscribe via email in the right sidebar
- Subscribe via my feed in the right sidebar
- “Like” Pinke Post on Facebook
- Comment on Pinke Post’s Facebook page about your favorite book and author
- Follow @katpinke on Twitter
- Mention @katpinke in a Tweet that mentions this giveaway & links to this blog post