As it turns out, all of my various insecurities were for
naught. Our first Internations get together was delightful and I came home with
a list of half a dozen emails for people that will potentially be AWSEOME
FRIENDS. We hope.
After feeling a tad alienated and little bit desperate about meeting new people in Philadelphia, we were literally greeted with a smile (and metaphoric open arms) by women and men who, together, accounted for most of Central Europe and India. We talked about language, the homesickness one feels as an expat and Philadelphia in general. We had a couple of drinks. We mingled and laughed and called it quits in time to be home and in bed by ten. Oh yes, it was a terrific evening indeed.
All this potential friend making is excellent because I discovered this weekend that, on my camera, there are more pictures of my cat than anything else. It seems we have become those people whose pet is their child. This is only a small exaggeration of the truth, unfortunately.