As you all know, we moved. With a big move comes new experiences. A new neighborhood. New grocery stores. Finding the new “good” Target. (Because you know there is always a good Target and a bad Target. I will forever and always go the extra distance for the “good” Target). New parks. New places for the kids to go. And new neighbors. Well, guys, we met the neighbors and I think it is safe to say we have made friends! (PS Hi new friends! You guys reading this?) Do you guys know how hard it is to make new friends as an adult? It is worse than when you were a little kid! Now you have a whole laundry list full of insecurities that have built up over time to ignore in order to make the first move and get to know people. At our last house, we were friendly with all the neighbors, but I don’t think we ever reached the friend level. Sure, Andy had buddies on the block that he saw once in a while or on the first sunny day after a long Chicago winter. They would call me Andy’s mom–wait, scratch that–they would call me Weezer’s mom …

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