Monday, September 7, 2009

Moving around

I recently moved into a new ward. Along with the change of apartment, living situation, and roommates, there comes a new ward: full of new people, who are full of potential to be your close friends.

I don't know if it's just because I'm so physically close to my old ward, but I find myself...tired of the new ward situation. It's not that I don't like to meet new people; that's not true at all. But there's just something about being with a person who already knows you. When I go to visit my friends from the old ward, I don't have to remind them of my name, or tell them my major and where I'm from (unless they're Stephen Anderson, who managed to know me for nearly a year and even date me, and somehow not know what my major is).

I know that if I never talked to anyone new, I would never have old friends, but that doesn't make it any easier. I think I go through phases with wards. My Freshman year I was a complete recluse, but then Jerusalem allowed me to get to know everyone (probably because we all lived together). When I got back from Jerusalem, I was a total recluse again and didn't know anyone in my ward. The next year, I decided to be super social, and I was good friends with pretty much everyone in my ward. Now I'm at this year, and I don't want to fall into the recluse stage of my life again. As much fun as it was...yeah it actually wasn't that much fun. Looks like I simply have to force myself to endure through the small talk, and perhaps, once again, I can find some best friends in this new ward; surely, I will.

This situation reminds me of a song I learned in choir in elementary school. It goes a little something like this:

Make new friends,
But keep the old.
One is silver
And the other is gold.


Stephen Anderson said...

Hey now, hey now... let's be nice. You didn't know that I don't like chocolate!

Brooklyn said...

False. I just try to forget that kind of heinous sin.

camille said...

aww... i love the old ward!