I grew up in a small town in West Texas where we had block parties, potlucks, and playing pretend with imaginary swords, guitars, and other various props was all the rage. High school developed into things of late night cruises down the drag, laps around our tiny one corridor mall, or all night sleepovers where we drooled over the ever twisted smile of Johnny Depp. My friends inspired me to embrace life and then live more, they supported me without question when my father died, when my step-father lost his job, when my family could barely make it work.
Graduation day came and we went our natural separate ways to set out on life.
Over that summer a strange new fad took hold and as I stepped onto the college bus, peers did not commune in gossip and laughter. It was like over night we just as a people stopped talking. There was an isolating silence as everyone around me scrolled through their playlists with plugs in their ear. The bus was so overcrowded that I often found myself standing, a football player sitting nearby couldn’t be blamed if they never looked up to see the girl who could hardly reach the rings hanging from the ceiling as she was thrashed about at every bump. I was on a crowded city bus, and somehow I had never felt more alone.
College didn’t get easier as Facebook grew in popularity and Myspace let you rank your top 8. Finally when I worked retail I was paid to indulge and participate as a part of that human connection I had been craving for the past few years. I threw myself into my work, who needed a life, when you had a river of eternal connections flowing through your store each and everyday? I became distracted and numb to the reality of the void epidemic.
Then I became a mother, and the loneliness returned. Facebook was my only source of companionship, it was all anyone seemed to have time for. I could tell you the last dinner that girl that dated that one guy that hung out with that one friend that I had bumped into at a party five years ago ate. I could tell you every brutal detail of the custody battle of the girl that sat beside me in eighth grade science, although we had not seen one another in over a decade. I had images of the most intimate moments, most embarrassing moments, most life shattering moments of what were now complete strangers in the palm of my hand, and I felt so empty.
It is no wonder we have such a surge of bloggers and our Facebook feed screams out in a constant revolving stream. We need to be heard, we need to let our thoughts out, we need to heal our lonely weary souls. But we are seeking a form of attention and a connection that, no matter how advanced, our screens will never truly fulfill.
The move to Alabama was not an easy one to swallow, it would mean being on an island away from my family and without my actual real life, in the flesh, best friend since childhood. But it was so different from that. It was a town that had block parties, weekly gatherings at the downtown farmers market, and imaginary swords, guitars, and other various props were all the rage with the kids. There was a warmth from my group of moms who barely took me two months to find. Our community was so strong, our love for one another so great. The calendar on my fridge went from the rare occasion to scattered in stickers and notes of cookouts, birthdays, and bunco nights.
When my grandmother ended up in the hospital during a Christmas break visit, friends cared for my children. I was able to open up, share with them my fear after Baby K’s first seizure, and they responded with such an outpour of love and support through kind words, surprise Starbucks visits, and a week of delicious homemade casseroles. When Mr. R had his first heart attack, and then his second, and then his third I had support; I was no longer so alone.
Our attachment to our handheld robots has completely altered the course of the economy. We crave life because we live so little of it. We crave experience over necessities. Trips to Disney are no longer a thing of hope but a thing of musts, many times so we can lure more followers on Instagram (20,000 IG Followers > 3 Real Friends).
The concert industry, cruise industry are booming. 78% of Millennials say they would rather spend their income on an experience over a product or necessity, because we no longer know how to function day to day. We don’t know how to tolerate strangers in a store, we don’t know how to hold a conversation of philosophy without a Google fact check, we don’t know how to just sit and be quiet.
I am the matriarch of a millennial family unit, and when my husband had to choose between Vegas, DC, or Orlando for our new home we figured Orlando in the long run would save us time and money. Living at Disney would allow for time and expenses to travel other places for actual vacations. And we are not alone, Orlando is a booming market for Millennials, so much so it is rapidly becoming a capital for our generation. With beaches, Disney, Universal, Concerts, and a hip downtown scene; is it any wonder?
It has been eight months since we moved to Orlando, and I don’t recall feeling so isolated, even in college. Neighbors never emerge, grandmothers accompany their grandchildren to story time, nannies are preoccupied with the children at the playground. Facebook groups are filled with stressful over the top play dates to Disney or Universal. Invitations to little afternoon halloween parties for toddlers require admission to cover the over the top rented venues and bouncy houses. Events are cancelled last minute. Church is cold. Most of the outpour of moms have reached out to me not because I’m a human, but because I am a pocketbook or even the product. Everyone is spread so far apart. My best friend is Tyler, the kid that sometimes brings us our food in our Amway Center Suite. It has been eight months and I’m still an island.
Whatever happened to block parties, potlucks, and just kids playing with their imagination? I’m exhausted with the flashy glam of over the top experiences. I just want my girlfriends that can meet up throughout the week, hang at the house, share a cup of coffee or a glass of wine. Visit and indulge in just one another’s mere presence. Binge eating is frowned upon in society, should our lifestyle not reflect the same sentiment?
Oh well…better go and check my Facebook…
I love the depth of your thoughts
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This pulls at my heartstrings. I have never been able to find that kind of neighborhood. Ironically, in the next year or two, my husband and I will be moving to Florida and it’s something I hope to find with fellow midlifers.
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In the most recent move over the past couoke of weeks we have finally found our home. From midlifers to young families we have finally found a real community! 💚💚💚💚
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That’s fantastic? I hope you love it as much as Alabama.
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Now don’t get crazy. 😉
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Loved loved loved this. I work one on one with people everyday and there are so many who are frustrated that life has become Facebook posts. They long for interaction, and at the same time, they don’t. It’s easier to just post than to have to actually step out and spend time with people. Are we really at a point where we don’t care enough to do more than give virtual hugs?
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Aww I just want to hug you! I loved this piece, so genuine. I really felt your anguish, and I wish I could help! ❤
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Thank you Christina, the isolation is heartbreaking, the loneliness is a thing of our surreal technological circumstances. I think surely I’m not alone, certainly there is another in Orlando who feels the way I do. Just have to find them.
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Hey, you found me!
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Haha! YES!
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“We don’t know how to tolerate strangers in a store” omg this hit home lol. I love shopping but sometimes I just opt for online shopping because I don’t want the interaction with strangers but sometimes I do want the interaction because being a SAHM has it’s lonely times but then I remember all of the unwanted comments about the size of my family, my appearance etc and I am over it. This was a very bittersweet post.
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We are so lucky to be fostering a wonderful community in our neighborhood with monthly potluck dinners, but I realize how rare it is. Perhaps you could take the lead and throw the first party?
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I have hosted two Bunco nights…two nights that I sat alone at the house without a husband, kids or attendants.
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Oh no! I am so sorry to hear that. How absolutely frustrating.
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If I lived in Orlando we would definitely get together for a coffee or wine …. perhaaps move to my corner of of England? In the meantime it’s a virtual hug & coffee from me 😘
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Next time I’m in your neck of the woods I’ll take you up on that. Or tea…I love high tea!💚
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I will be eventually working my way to Florida in the next couple of years. Coffee is on me!
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I’ll be here in September!!
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I thought you were going away??
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Change of plans…
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I relate to so much of this. We moved to Savannah from a booming small-community university town. Two years later, I’ve yet to connect and feel a part of things like I did in our previous location. Savannah is nice and friendly enough on the surface but true connections are proving more difficult. Hang in there. Keep writing. I love what I’ve read so far.
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Thank you so much. I’m just going to have to find more creative ways of finding friends, will keep you posted. 😎
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Please do. All the best to you. 🙂
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Btw Savannah is on the top of my must visit list!! Ive known two people that lived there and both had the same issues. 💚
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It’s a great city to visit. Ultimately I like living here…it’s just taking longer to make genuine connections/friendships than I expected. You should definitely plan a visit.
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