New city, new school, no friends yet. Same God who packed up and moved with you.

Starting over strips away everything that told you who you were: the jokes people knew, the routines, the places where you were established. The loneliness of the first months is not a sign that you have done it wrong. It is the accurate feeling of not being known yet, and it takes time rather than technique.

Give it longer than you think it should take, since friendships form out of repeated ordinary contact rather than one good conversation. On the nights it is heaviest, call the ones who already know you, and let the God who came with you be company in the meantime.