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		<title>I Actually Do Need a Tribe</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Right when you move is always at the exact moment that you&#8217;ve finally made close friends. In California, we were lucky enough to have a whole group of them. It took a year, though. That first year I knew very few other people. It&#8217;s hard when you&#8217;re new! I saw an article headline written by a mom with no tribe. I didn&#8217;t read it, so I&#8217;m not sure how she felt about that, but I am always happier when I [...]</p>
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<p>Right when you move is always at the exact moment that you&#8217;ve finally made close friends. In California, we were lucky enough to have a whole group of them.</p>
<div id="attachment_9500" style="width: 662px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/12177471_10206627017427694_946319009_o.jpg?quality=89&#038;ssl=1"><img data-recalc-dims="1" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-9500" data-attachment-id="9500" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/?attachment_id=9500" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/12177471_10206627017427694_946319009_o.jpg?fit=791%2C1213&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="791,1213" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="12177471_10206627017427694_946319009_o" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/12177471_10206627017427694_946319009_o.jpg?fit=595%2C913&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/12177471_10206627017427694_946319009_o.jpg?fit=791%2C1213&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="wp-image-9500 size-medium" title="A Good Tribe Makes Life Happier" src="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/12177471_10206627017427694_946319009_o.jpg?resize=652%2C1000&#038;quality=89&#038;ssl=1" alt="A Good Tribe Makes Life Happier" width="652" height="1000" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/12177471_10206627017427694_946319009_o.jpg?resize=652%2C1000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 652w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/12177471_10206627017427694_946319009_o.jpg?resize=768%2C1178&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 768w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/12177471_10206627017427694_946319009_o.jpg?resize=300%2C460&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/12177471_10206627017427694_946319009_o.jpg?w=791&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 791w" sizes="(max-width: 652px) 100vw, 652px" /></a><p id="caption-attachment-9500" class="wp-caption-text">My California neighborhood crew</p></div>
<p>It took a year, though. That first year I knew very few other people. It&#8217;s hard when you&#8217;re new!</p>
<p>I saw an article headline written by a mom with no tribe. I didn&#8217;t read it, so I&#8217;m not sure how she felt about that, but I am always happier when I DO have a tribe of friends.</p>
<p>No, actually, I&#8217;d go so far as to say I NEED a tribe of friends. It brings me happiness and encouragement. People need people. We do. <strong>Yes, I spend almost all of my time with my family, but we aren&#8217;t meant to be isolated families of people. I always carve out time to go hang with other ladies too.</strong></p>
<p>When I&#8217;m hanging out with a group of gals, I laugh so hard my sides split. And I am known for my loud cackle.</p>
<div id="attachment_9504" style="width: 1010px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/IMG_2425.jpg?quality=89&#038;ssl=1"><img data-recalc-dims="1" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-9504" data-attachment-id="9504" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/2017/05/04/a-good-tribe-makes-life-happier/img_2425/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/IMG_2425.jpg?fit=2448%2C2448&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="2448,2448" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.2&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;iPhone 5s&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1461329903&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.15&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;32&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0059880239520958&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG_2425" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/IMG_2425.jpg?fit=859%2C859&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/IMG_2425.jpg?fit=860%2C860&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="wp-image-9504 size-medium" src="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/IMG_2425.jpg?resize=860%2C860&#038;quality=89&#038;ssl=1" alt="" width="860" height="860" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/IMG_2425.jpg?resize=1000%2C1000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1000w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/IMG_2425.jpg?resize=100%2C100&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 100w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/IMG_2425.jpg?resize=768%2C768&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 768w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/IMG_2425.jpg?resize=1231%2C1231&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1231w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/IMG_2425.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/IMG_2425.jpg?resize=90%2C90&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 90w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/IMG_2425.jpg?resize=75%2C75&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 75w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/IMG_2425.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w" sizes="(max-width: 860px) 100vw, 860px" /></a><p id="caption-attachment-9504" class="wp-caption-text">Alan&#8217;s mom and her sisters hold us all in awe. Three sisters. It&#8217;s like the ultimate tribe. They text, they call, they travel together, and they support and tease each other through life.</p></div>
<p>Just today, I was at my friend Brooke&#8217;s house, thinking how much more I smile when I&#8217;m visiting with her or any of my friends or my mom, just a friend who accepts you for who you are.</p>
<p><strong>It takes me over a year to develop a tribe of friends with each place</strong>, and I don&#8217;t have one here yet. My friend Brooke and I were just talking today about how lonely that is.</p>
<p><em>I need to get pro-active about that and put together a supper club&#8230;any takers??</em></p>
<div id="attachment_9505" style="width: 650px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/amy.jpg?quality=89&#038;ssl=1"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-9505" data-attachment-id="9505" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/2017/05/04/a-good-tribe-makes-life-happier/amy/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/amy.jpg?fit=640%2C480&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="640,480" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="amy" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/amy.jpg?fit=640%2C480&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/amy.jpg?fit=640%2C480&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="wp-image-9505 size-full" title="A Good Tribe Makes Life Happier" src="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/amy.jpg?resize=640%2C480&#038;quality=89&#038;ssl=1" alt="A Good Tribe Makes Life Happier" width="640" height="480" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/amy.jpg?w=640&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 640w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/amy.jpg?resize=300%2C225&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px" /></a><p id="caption-attachment-9505" class="wp-caption-text">My friend Amy, from my Virginia tribe (how I miss them!), came and visited us in California.</p></div>
<p>If I hadn&#8217;t missed so many MOPS meetings, I would be calling that my tribe already. I love MOPS and the ladies there, but sometimes I don&#8217;t make it because of JD or because I have work to do.</p>
<h3>At this stage of life, we don&#8217;t have &#8216;time&#8217; to pour into friendships</h3>
<p>and that&#8217;s why we have to be extra understanding and forgiving of our friends. Everybody&#8217;s busy.</p>
<blockquote><p>However, I think the mommy years are years when we need friends just as much as ever. I would say more than ever, but I actually can&#8217;t think of a single stage of life when we don&#8217;t desperately need a support group.</p></blockquote>
<p>Some people find that group at church or at the playground. I seem to usually find them in my neighborhood, thought that isn&#8217;t the case here.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve been blessed to belong to several AMAZING tribes of friends over the years. I just had a different group for each place that I lived. Eventually, I will have one here too. These things take time.</p>
<p>A year from now, I won&#8217;t be tribe-less anymore. By then, I&#8217;ll just be heart-broken to leave. How do I know? Well, I always have before, so I can be optimistic, and I&#8217;m hoping for the best and trying to remember to be friendly and speak to people. Ha! It&#8217;s hard for an introvert sometimes, but we need people too.</p>
<p>What about you? Do you have a group of pals that make you laugh &#8217;til you cry? It&#8217;s not a tribe unless it&#8217;s both fun and supportive.</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://storiesofourboys.com/2017/05/04/a-good-tribe-makes-life-happier/">I Actually Do Need a Tribe</a> appeared first on <a href="https://storiesofourboys.com">Stories of Our Boys</a>.</p>
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