The Lucky Pumpkin

This saying used to make me upset.  I felt that it was an unfair statement.  Now, however, I think it just might be true.  We have been in our town for almost 2 years, and I have FINALLY been invited to the home of a native of our town.  Of course, it was Emily’s teacher, but still, it was a social event, and we really had a blast!  All of the other people I have befriended are not natives of our town.  I am not sure what this means, except that the natives have no interest in getting close to “newcomers.”  I am from Minnesota, but not from the twin cities area, and really didn’t know anyone from here when we moved here.  My neighbors are the worst.  They are actually really polite, in an almost painful way, because they never take it a step further.  And in case you are wondering, yes, we have invited them over to our house first.  It is most painful for Anna, because the kids in the neighborhood were all friends with each other first, and they just never think to include her in their play.  Luckily, they all live in the block behind us, so she doesn’t get to see it too much, but I often see them playing together when we are on walks.  I sometimes steer us in the other direction so she doesn’t get upset.  Yes, we have invited them to play at our house many times, including inviting them to our new play set in the backyard.  They are just  a lot like their parents, and they steer clear of newcomers.

I hope it has nothing to do with Emily.  I am going to believe that it doesn’t.  Where do you live again?