When I was in high school, I loved watching Thirtysomething reruns late at night. They got me really excited to hit the triple digits– they just looked like so much fun. Sure, there might be some tragedy and tears, but there would also be this tight knit group of friends to laugh with and cry with and share the joys of raising children together. There would be Halloween parties and Thanksgiving dinners and gourmet clubs and this amazing support system. The thirties sounded great.
But, now I’m in my thirties and have one question: Where are these people? My people?
I didn’t have them in high school; I had a few close friends but was really more of a loner. My twenties were spent getting engaged and married and starting a family and though we had close friends, we never really had a group that we belonged to. We didn’t really need them.
But, now, I do. I need those people to help out with the kids on a moments notice or drop off dinner for when I have few extra servings. I need the standing brunch date and the photos of children other than mine covering the fridge. I need the coffee dates and the walking partners and the support system. I need joint vacations and the house that I feel as comfortable in as my own. I need… something, more than I have.
I don’t mean this to sound whiny- we have some wonderful friends who live near and far and I adore them all. I just thought there was something else to my thirties. Something that I still haven’t found.