I have big news!

The kids and I had two dinner dates last week. And I had a lunch date recently, too. It must have gone well, because I was then invited out to dinner.

You know what this means?

Yes. I am finally making friends. (I think. They could have been pity dates for a work widow whose husband is apparently on a family sabbatical, er, I mean business trip for two weeks. Either way, I’ll take it because we had fun. Hahaha. And just kidding, Kenny. I know you work hard and miss being home.)

I’ve said before how terrible I am at making friends, and how awkward it when you are older (see here).┬áIt feels so hard to me – kind of like dating. I wasn’t good at that either, so, natch, it’s taken me a year and a half to have Portland friends to hang out with.

Yes – finally making friends after a year and a half – hahaha. Yay, me. I might have set a record with that length of time.

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I'm Bridget. 37. Mom. Wife. Worker. I lived in Philadelphia (or thisclose to the city) for 35 years. That's all changed. We moved. From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. To Portland, Oregon. Cue minor culture shock.

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