Alright my friends, I have to say something, and I have to say it now.
My friends are all moving me, and I have a huge paranoia that I am going to be the only person left in Santa Clara... I'll have to drive hours and hours to find anyone I can befriend.
I am bitter.
It's honestly the worst part of living here. People don't stay here. i'm not one to judge, because we don't plan on staying here forever either, but it's so hard to plant your roots. Our ward is extremely transient, and poor Conner. His class used to have like 20 kids in it, and I think it has like 7 now, soon to be 6. Killing me. I just see as he grows up, it's going to be so hard to hold onto those friendships we hold dear. Each year seeing old ties broken, and having to forge new 0nes. And here's my biggest secret, i am not much of a friend "blacksmith." I don't introduce myself well, I don't meet new people well. Obviously, that is why God put me here. I'll be a freakin' missionary by the time we leave.