Friends and busy weekends make the world go ‘round.
Moving to a new place, it’s the weekends that turn me into a puddle of nostalgia. I like to pack our calendar. Dinner with friends; the farmers’ market and donuts on a Saturday morning; errands; a co-worker’s party to dash to in the evening; and then Sunday there’s mass and usually somewhere to head to in the afternoon. I feverishly plan and fill up our weekends like it’s my job (meanwhile, Drew’s there to nudge me to build in an empty day here and there).
Imagine my surprise when I discovered that moving 4,240 miles away puts a definitive cramp in my busy social calendar.
As in, the social calendar didn’t exist when Lukas and I first arrived in Fairbanks. And that was hard. I spend most of the week at home (especially if Drew’s working a lot of 6AM shifts) and by Friday afternoon, Lukas and I are usually itching to hit the town.
This past weekend I was almost back in familiar territory. On Saturday, Lukas and I had a play date with a mommy & daughter that I had connected with online. That evening, Drew, Lukas, and I went to a hockey game, where we enjoyed free hotdogs and chips while watching the game with Drew’s co-workers. Lukas stayed up way past his bedtime (he had to be woken up the next day at 9:15AM!). Sunday, we failed to track down the Catholic mass at the UAF campus (thanks a lot, Internet) and ended up at the cathedral, with lunch at a pub after. The burgers and grilled cheese sent all of us into a food coma, so one baby and two adults went down for a nap.
It was busy and great.
Life is always better with a community; a tribe of people to call when we want to try snowshoeing. Or grab a coffee. Or just sit around, playing cards and snacking on chips & salsa. Ours is a small tribe but it's slowly growing, person by person. Give us another few months and we might be back to those crazy, jam packed weekends (Drew's reallllly hoping that's not the case, though).