I miss women. "Help peel the potatoes" neighbor downstairs women, unapologetic artist women, book club women, coffeeshop women, women with children conveniently close in age to mine, women with whom I have nothing in common but with whom I get along fabulously anyway, talking 'bout the deep and the shallow equally women, activist women, going shopping women, Friday night women, Tuesday afternoon women, bad joke women, and familiar women at large.

Children are a blessing but also a binding. Moving to a new town with such young children to demand my time has definitely scaled down my access to planting the seeds of a whole new social circle. You know you just need to get out more when the thought crosses your mind to hit up matrimonial sites for the purposes of tracking down local friends. (I'm not even really sure how that conversation would go. Me: "Hey sister, I know you're busy looking for the love of your life and all, but if I might interrupt for a second to ask if you'd be interested in a girl's night out?" She: *frantically clicking the delete/block/ignore buttons to get rid of the creepy woman who may or may not be hitting on her*)

Yeah. Definitely need a Plan B.