let go of the church. But we still had friendships and connections. Our relationship with that community had lessened, shifted significantly, but it was still there.We also had a lot of family in the area.
Lifelong/since-middle-school best friends. A decade’s worth of professional connections. A little neighborhood quorum of families.
And a hybrid, hilarious, immensely supportive group from all sorts of backgrounds who came together once a month for potluck dinners.Our first year in Puerto Rico felt, in comparison, like a friendship desert.Oh, we met people.
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