It's the first day of school, and there's a meet-and-greet for the new elementary school principal.
I'm standing against the wall, sipping my coffee, feeling incredibly awkward. I'm reminded again how hard it is to make friends when you're a grown-up. I've lived in this community for about four years now and I love it. But standing here, I still feel like an outsider.
Oh, everyone is extremely nice, of course. They always have been. It's just that it seems everyone has lived here forever. Their friendships go way back.
Today, everyone is in their own group. Moms with little kids. Dad coaches. Pregnant moms. Moms who craft together, work together.
There's doesn't seem to be a group for solitary writer moms, or moms who work out of town.
I finish my coffee and contemplate leaving. But I did want to meet the principal. And there were donuts from Tim Horton.
Then I catch the eye of a little girl with glasses, eating raisins from a box. She gives me such a big smile I have to smile back.
And I realize she has the right idea.