Moving Forward: Chapter 7

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oving day was behind us. We’d waded through the myriad boxes and now could actually see our living room and dining room. I’d been too busy to even think about the many friends I’d left behind.

It was extremely special when one good friend added me to her list of weekly phone calls now that we no longer saw each other. Whenever any of my friends called, I felt so loved; it made me realize that our friendships were real and lasting.

I was still very lonely in my new community and really wanted to make friends. At the same time, I didn’t have the energy to get out and start introducing myself. I tried calling a local Bikur Cholim in the hopes of volunteering and was told they would call me if they had a space to fill. I couldn’t believe how in my old town I was the one making dozens of phone calls and arrangements every week for many families with medical issues and here I was a no-name on a waiting list.

The Yamim Tovim arrived. I couldn’t believe we’d be spending our first Succos anonymously in our new town. I decided to go to shul on Simchas Torah, if only for the sake of the children. We packed ourselves up, took some treats, and went on our way. I didn’t recognize anyone in shul. Back home, I’d known everyone. Simchas Torah was the highlight of our year. And now, I just felt so alone.