After moving from Boston to Orlando for school, I found myself alone in my apartment. So I took to the Internet to find some new friends.
One sunny Sunday afternoon, equal amounts Ryan Gosling infatuation and boredom drove me into a matinee of Crazy, Stupid, Love. at a local theater. I took a seat in the dark, surrounded by families, cute couples, and giggling groups of friends. I looked to my left, then to my right -- and it hit me: I don't know a soul here.
Not an uncommon phenomenon by any means -- except that I didn't just mean it in the sense that I couldn't recognize anyone in the crowd as a friend, coworker, or relative. Given that I was 1,300 miles from home, that would have been incredible. At the risk of sounding daft, my excitement about moving from Boston to Orlando for graduate school had completely overshadowed any thoughts about how I'd make friends and what I would do with myself in the two weeks before school started. It was my choice to move in pursuit of palm trees and higher education, but that didn't ease my homesickness. I ached for someone, something I knew: impromptu brunches, girls nights out, and a visit home to spend time with my family -- and enjoy a home-cooked meal. I finally understood the "I could never do that!" comments from friends that had seemed so puzzling just a few weeks prior.