Is this really my life?

I’m a funny girl sometimes. I want lots of things in life. I ask for them, they happen and I say, “WHAT THE F*CK?!?” Is this really what I asked for?

I said that I wanted a new house. I went out searching for a new house. I even wrote down what I wanted in a new house. I didn’t get everything I wanted, but it was close. Now, I’m in my new house, it is all mine, and it feels so weird. I think even Daisy is adjusting better than I am. She at least seems to be happy, i think.

I really miss my neighbours. REALLY. I miss our little route to go get cookies. We used to get a bunch of cookies. I miss family night at Brendens house. I miss stopping and chatting with Carol. I even miss Norm bugging me.

Now don’t get me wrong. I’ve only lived in my house for just about 2 weeks. I shouldn’t expect things to be the same. I don’t. I just miss feeling like there were friends around. My new neighbour Christine has invited me over for dinner next weekend. I think things are moving in the friendly neighbour way… I’m just a bit lonely for what I had.