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I think I really miss the few friendships I've had, and nominally still have, having really let them go in a situation where the choice was to sacrifice either social connections or sanity associated with adequate rest. I count six - four real-life and two virtual - that I would like to see revived, returned to vibrancy of woman-to-woman connection (I don't care how hocky this sounds), celebrated for each one's unique approach to life and unique life situation. There have to be places outside of family where we go to recharge.
I miss handmade letters and gifts. I miss remembering everyone's birthdays and commemorating those. I miss seeing a familiar handwriting in my mailbox amidst mundane junk. I miss feeling like a girl instead of wage earner slash wife slash housekeeper slash... no, I wouldn't yet give up Mother, even for a short while. I miss exchanging cool cards and checking out recommended books and movies. I miss commiserating over weather that's detrimental to collective gardening efforts. I miss buying a catchy souvenir because the minute I saw it, I thought of someone. Paradoxically, as I crave solitude, I shun loneliness. The difference between the two is in the quality of people.
I miss handmade letters and gifts. I miss remembering everyone's birthdays and commemorating those. I miss seeing a familiar handwriting in my mailbox amidst mundane junk. I miss feeling like a girl instead of wage earner slash wife slash housekeeper slash... no, I wouldn't yet give up Mother, even for a short while. I miss exchanging cool cards and checking out recommended books and movies. I miss commiserating over weather that's detrimental to collective gardening efforts. I miss buying a catchy souvenir because the minute I saw it, I thought of someone. Paradoxically, as I crave solitude, I shun loneliness. The difference between the two is in the quality of people.