When I think about the word community it invokes a warm fuzzy feeling inside of me. It’s the comfort of knowing you have people. People to call, people to laugh with, people to cry with, people to sit and watch T.V. with, people you speak to everyday or ones you don’t but you still know their your people. I’ve always been grateful for the community of people in my life. I’m more of a quality over quantities person and my community of people are spread out all over the world. Most days I wish I could move them all to one place because I can be horrible at keeping in touch, but there is nothing better than talking to a friend and pick-up right where you left off.
Community is a word that’s been on my mind a lot since I’ve moved to Vietnam. Let’s be honest, it’s scary moving somewhere new and not knowing anyone. Will I make friends? Will people get me? Will there be other singles people or just couples? What if I don’t make friends? Why am I moving away from all my loved ones again? Oh man, I hope people are nice! These are the types of things that circled my mind in the days before I left California. Making friends once you get past a certain age can be hard. You can’t just go to a bar and walk up to a random person and be like “you look nice, likes be friends!” It’s a conversation my Gals that Brunch ladies and I had often. (Shameless plug…. if you’re a lady in your 20s-30s looking for a community of women, look to see if there is a Gals that Brunch chapter in your city. You won’t regret it!) But since I got here I have felt like part of a community. My school is striving for this, and it’s wonderful! I have never had a school or work setting be so welcoming and genuinely nice. For example, just yesterday a member of our senior leadership team checked in with me to make sure I’ve been able to contact home since I got here. It’s the little things that make such a big impact. They have provided us with so many opportunities to get together and just grow our relationships with each other. We’ve had happy hours, shopping trips, scavenger hunts, dinners, and lunches. I’m not sure what I expected my first few weeks to be like but it wasn’t this. I’m so looking forward to getting to grow my relationships with the people here more in the days, months, and years to come. So don’t worry mom, I’m being well looked after and making friends 😉
(I’m going to try to post more about my Vietnam this weekend. I’ve had some funny moments over the last week and a half.)