BLOG – GIFT DAY 158
30 days of love: make new friends
Make new friends.
And it feels like culture shock.
Where Boston has Red Sox fans, seaside clapboard houses, brick townhouses and lots of professionals running around…
Our new town, feels like a bit of the old west meets California dudes.
The first sign that I was in a strange place was waking up to mountains all around us.
The second was being advised to stay away from the “tweekers” (I don’t even know how to spell that).
“Tweekers?” I asked sounding stupid.
“Yeah, you know meth heads.”
Oh, right. What?
But, then there is this amazing climate. The town of Grants Pass has a sign over the main street that reads, “It’s The Climate.”
Indeed it is. With winters that get as low as 40 degrees (quite a climate change from New England winters!) and summers as hot as the dessert, somehow the trees stay green all year long.
The Rogue River runs through it.
The natives seem to all have tattoos. No judgement (Justin has his own collection) I’m just saying, there are a lot of tattoos walking these streets.
And, there is an atmosphere of calm everywhere.
You might even call it friendliness. Which is jarring coming from cold New England.
Two — count that, two! – people came up to me today as I write this blog post at a cafe. For someone who has been sequestered in New England this is an amazing phenomenon.
My first reaction was, “wait a minute, you can SEE me?” Because, to be honest, in Boston people look right through you, as if we all walk the streets with invisible glasses to protect our idenities from being stolen.
But, here, I feel like I might already have two new friends. Then again, one of these new friendly-ites just told me that everyone knows everyone here. So maybe it’s just a way of life.
In contrast, while it took me years to make friends and meet people in Boston, they are they most loving and loyal people I have ever met.
And I miss them dearly.
“Make new friends, but keep the old.
One is silver and the other gold.”