Last summer, my sister Gina and her husband moved from their longtime home in Illinois to a 55+ community in Maryland. The goal was to live closer to their grandkids, but before she’d even unpacked, Gina was already lamenting that she had no friends.
“It’s been two days!” I said. “Give it time.” Still, I understood how she felt.
When I was 45, after two-and-a-half years of back-and-forth airplane flights, I moved from Chicago to New York to marry my now-husband, Randy. I was so excited to be with The Man I Love that it took me a while to realize I didn’t have girlfriends — no one to recommend a good hair stylist, a gynecologist or to share a coffee with.
It takes vulnerability to make friends, a willingness to maybe make overtures that might be rejected, but almost 30 years later, friend by friend, step by step, I can say it’s worth it.
Try these three steps and see if you have the same luck.
Step 1: Go Where the People Are
“Join a class” is a common suggestion for a reason. The potential for connecting with like-minded souls who share your interests is stellar. Not sure what kind of class to take? My big recommendation is a memoir writing group.
If your immediate reaction is I’m not a writer, I respectfully disagree. Everybody has a story to tell and if you know the difference between a noun and a verb, you can write. When you’re all sharing personal heartaches and joys, you’re on the fast track toward creating trust and friendships. Memoir groups are how I made my first real friends in New York. Check out libraries, Facebook groups, and adult ed programs at your local high school to find one.