I am not a new expat. I've done this before and we'll do it again.
We have moved to a perfectly nice place with a mix of expats and locals. Life here is not hard. Our house is nice. Husband is happy in his job and delighted that we are here with him. Kids have settled like ducks to water.
This is what I do. I am good at this. I make friends and make a social life and get stuck in and join stuff.
But 3 months in to this new place I am permanently on the verge of tears because I fucking hate hate hate it here. I have not one friend. I keep getting dumped. I have NO idea why. I need friends. I don't have an adult conversation from one day to the next.
Yes, of course I go to toddler groups, and chat at the school gates, and make all the right noises, and invite people over.
I normally do this so easily.
I keep meeting such fucking idiots. I know there must be decent people here. How do I meet them?
I have gone from excited to positive to optimistic to hopeful to determined to resigned and frankly I now want to shriek that everyone can fuck off then and I'll just stay in my house all by myself for ever and ever and never make another friend as long as I live and see if I care.
I am organising a birthday party for my daughter and I really want to natter about it. It's fun. But no one gives a tiny shit so I am just sleepwalking through my life.
Everyone else is achieving things and doing things, while I am just a complete waste of hair and skin.
And I can't even get absorbed in a hobby because I have two small children who will tolerate me farting about on the computer but seem to desperately need my attention the second I try and actually get something done.
I am miserable. I am obviously getting something totally wrong but I don't even know what.