The Friend-ship; watch it set sail
Friendship, according to google, is a relationship of mutual affection between people. Google doesn’t define how often you “see” these friends as a condition of your friendship but after 10 years of moving around the State, when you finally live in the same City as your “friends” its really hard not to and I am struggling. Moving from Perth and living in six different country towns over 10 years then moving back to Perth has definitely had its friendship pro’s and con’s. Cons – I left the friends that I had made in Perth over the past 34 years. ...
The Past Few Months…
See the picture above? I took it standing at my front door and in it you can see EVERYWHERE I have been for the past eleven weeks. (apart from here and here on three day trips) Seriously, I have not been more than 250m from my front door in eleven weeks. School, work, the park, the town deli/post office and the pub on a Friday night. It is doing my head in. I have not been to anyones house for a cuppa nor for an evening stroll. I have not found my bestie here. I have not been in...
Love my Friends
This picture is so true. Except I cant do stuff with my friends cos they all live 650km plus away. And making a new friend in a town with less than 300 people is really, REALLY hard. The chances of me meeting a like-minded, age appropriate, quirky mannered, non-PC, and time available person is pretty much zippo. I think I am pretty much destined to spend the next 2-3 years here simply “socialising” without actually bonding with “the one”, you know? Not that there is anything wrong with socialising, I am surviving on that at the moment. The people...
I knew her when – Happy 40th honey!!!
Year 10 – 1988 – me on the left 🙂 Meet my High School BFF. If you have been reading me for a bit you will have seen the post about my person, but this friendship was before that. That one was later and took years to fully fledge and blossom. This was my first BFF, the one where you meet her and YOU JUST KNOW. The first hint of sarcasm, the meeting of blue eyes that actually smiled with her laughter, the first ironic comment must have sealed the deal that first week in year 8 at high...
I had a person….
I had a person. A Christina to my Meredith. We were both only children and yet we were each others sister. We had known each other since my Dad accosted her on my first day of High School at the train station. She was wearing my school uniform and my Dad asked her if she would “take me to school”. She had been riding the rails solo for many years and Im not sure what she thought of me needing an escort. Even though she was still in Junior School and it was my first year in High School, she showed...