...missing Cebu

My friends in Cebu are going out tomorrow night, they are going to meet the new boyfriend of one of our dear friend. Too bad I'll miss it... we have waited so long for her to be dating hmmmmm! I wonder how he looks like...

Dinners with friends were usually delights to a very hectic or an uneventful week. Those were the therapeutic sessions you don't get from any shrink. Mostly, anything goes on during the dinner conversations... from the latest fashion trend to the ugliest toenail you ever saw... it also covers the tales and myths of relationships to sex positions and techniques... you share only to your girlfriends.

In my lonesome, while Mark goes to work (hunt for us), I the helpmate would often imagine how fun it must be to have friends close by. I wish I had a gym buddy, a shopping mate, and a salon/spa date. It's pathetic that after all these months, I have never made friends. To those who know me well, it is a statistic. I usually make friends easily in strange new places. I have made quite a handful in all my stopovers in this so-called journey, from high school to college, to different offices/workplaces, and graduate school.

Now, I guess I'll just have to make do with the oh so infrequent get togethers with Mark's interesting officemates (no, they aren't his friends!), that includes his boss and colleagues. I have to get used to the "lets-make-this-exciting" parties, the boring conversations and often forced giggles.

The absence of warmth here makes me very homesick. I live in an urban jungle, I wonder if this is at all different when you live in suburbia. I miss knowing my neighbors, having my mother and siblings around, I miss Cebu!!