Everybody’s just a stranger
but that’s the danger
of going my own way…
I guess it’s the price I have to pay
I’ve heard “Why Georgia” about a million times (hyperbole!), but last week, this line struck me like never before. I have come a long way, but still I don’t have everything quite right in this new life I’ve chosen for myself. I am making friends, but I’m still alone. I’m still surrounded by strangers. Or maybe I’m the stranger. John Mayer was lonely and felt out of place when he first moved to Georgia. I now know how he feels.
Moving to Salt Lake City was an exciting, brave decision, and I’m so glad I chose it. But it certainly comes at a cost. Crafting a new life with new people can be terribly lonely. And I feel that loneliness a lot. It’s palpable. I hope that it will all be worth this initial feeling of being an outsider. I hope that I will create my circle of support, but there’s no way to know for certain. So for now, I’m taking it day by day and celebrating the progress I’ve made so far. Still, I am a stranger here. And still, I am often painfully lonely.
I wonder sometimes about the outcome