I've written before over the last few years how much I enjoy blogging friendships, especially since we move so often. I started blogging 3 years and 4 cities ago and I've stayed in much closer contact with people I've gotten to know on the internet than with the people I knew in the last few places we've lived, except Bishkek. Our nomadic lifestyle lends itself well to internet friendships.
But every so often I wish, just a little, that I had more real life friends, or that internet friends could be more like real life friends. Like when someone I know online is having a particularly difficult trial. It's just not the same to send an email and say you're sorry. I don't know anyone's real address to send something. I don't really feel like a worthwhile friend.
I have met a woman in our new neighborhood who isn't disapproving of our choices or even just pleasantly tolerant of our lifestyle like most people are. It's delightful to talk to her because we talk about things besides our children and other typical mothers-with-younger-than-teenage-children talk. She doesn't quiz me about homeschooling, and her reaction to hearing that we'd lived in Kyrgyzstan was totally different than most people's. I won't push this friendship too much though, because, well, we'll probably move in the summer and this person is quite outgoing and isn't in much need of another friend anyway.
It just makes me think of how it could be if we put down roots somewhere. But in the end, that's not what I want. Because I think the goals we have are a lot nicer, even if they don't sound so friendly.