Lonely Weekend

So my husband is going for another one of his Jeep trips Friday morning. Supposedly a chance for me to do what I like. So why do I feel so lonely and sad? Why do I feel so depressed without friends? I hate being alone. I love people. I love going out with friends. I can't stand to stay in the house alone (especially with the last memory of his Jeep trip and the house break-in that same morning).

If I were in Israel now, I'd be out visiting my friends throughout the weekend. Or they'd be visiting me. But here, I'm so alone. Everyone I know is an hour away or more. No one is walking distance from my house. No one is a short drive away. I've hated living like this since day one in the U.S. Hate it with a passion.

And now I have an entire weekend to feel it more pronounced.

This week has been particularly difficult for me to be away from my Israeli friends. (Yes, there'll be a separate post about the Israeli elections, once I feel up to it). I called all of them this week. Including my best friend who once had a crush on me (and never told me). We had a beginning of a good conversation. We should have had this talk years ago. But neither of us were brave enough or mature enough to discuss it. We're slowly passing that threshhold and re-learning our friendship.

This weekend is going to suck! I can't wait for it to be over.