I never moved as a kid.
I lived in the same house. Same room. 18 years.
It’s pathetic. I know.
So moving to a new place as a 20-something was a real wake-up call. In fact, I moved three times in just more than a year in 2010-2011, figuring out my job situation and taking advantage of new — and somewhat unexpected — opportunities.
Like this job here in York.
I really didn’t know many people here. I knew virtually nothing about the city, other than it was located in a mysterious place my parents always referred to collectively as “The West Shore” — like it was another planet.
When I got here, I knew my coworkers, and that was it.
I tried to find a hobby — something that would get my meeting people from different walks of life. But I cringed at the idea of joining some random club, or *GASP* meeting up with “Internet people” from Twitter (which I now consider totally not weird, by the way).
That’s why I’m happy a former coworker (shout out to Sue Jennings!) told me about the White Rose Women’s Soccer League.
It doesn’t have a website. You wouldn’t know about it unless you stumbled upon it by accident.
I used to play soccer as a kid in Hershey. I really wasn’t some kind of superstar, like my sister, but that’s not really the point, either.
I needed something to do in a new place to put myself out there.
And I met some cool ladies and got some good exercise doing it.
The league is starting up again this spring. Games are 5:45 p.m. Wednesday and 2 or 3:30 p.m. Sunday at John C. Rudy Park.
My team still needs players. Interested? Contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org or e-mail email@example.com.
Don’t worry about being Mia Hamm. Just have some cleats, and be able to somewhat run and kick a ball.