Ok.
So I might have been a bit, um....... hasty.
Maybe this isn't the world's unfriendliest city after all.
It IS a hard nut to crack - that is FOR SURE - but that's nothing that a heavy, stainless steel nutcracker can't fix. Or a 40 yr old girl with balls for that matter.
Maybe, it's just possible, barely possible, that I, um, possibly, came on a bit strong? Maybe my 'desperation' could be smelt a mile off. My desperation to form those warm, easy, heart-on-sleeve type friendships of home.
Those friendships take a lot more than 2 weeks to cultivate.
But in the meantime, some of the 'good stuff' is emerging from within those hard, outer, proterctive, shells. I am starting to feel generosity, warmth, kindness, and inclusion.
Stay tuned too, as I"ve just joined an eastern suburbs ladies tennis club... should be something in that to write about...
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