Maybe friendship can be found in a 5-minute encounter or in those hours you while away with someone you’ve known for so long, you forget they are a friend.
Since moving to a new city, I realize that I took my friends for granted. There’s FaceTime and texting, but it’s hard to replace the real thing. A circle of friends collected over a lifetime simply can’t be replicated over 10 months in a place I’m still learning to navigate.
Sometimes I wonder why I haven’t found a sense of belonging, a familiar group of faces and stories to fall back on, but then I remember what someone said to me last month, “Maybe we’re asking for too much.”
I think about how my boyfriend calls out for me when he comes through the door. I think about the smiling faces at our grocery and how they genuinely care if I found everything I needed. I think about the handful of good people that have welcomed me to this good city.
Maybe friendship can be found in a 5-minute encounter or in those hours you while away with someone you’ve known for so long, you forget they are a friend. I found one of the truest definitions of beauty which is, “A sign of a beautiful person is that they see beauty in others.” Maybe being a friend is like that too and maybe that is enough for now.
P.S. A reflection on friendship and making friends in new places.
This journey opened my eyes to the full range of the human experience – the lowest lows, the highest highs and all that space in between.
Lately I’ve been in full effect with a new project. It has been a deep dive into the unknown and I’m still coming up for air. After months of preparing, it was time to jump in and see if I could swim. I had no idea if I could do what I was setting out to do. I was counting on things not going as planned. I was counting on people not being receptive to what I had to say. I was bracing myself for rejection and failure and yet still there was this hope, this vision spurring me on.
From the moment I stepped off that plane I was blessed. There’s no other way to describe the conversations and people that awaited me. I sat down with those who inspired me; I talked about things I cared about; I made deeply satisfying connections. I felt used up at the end of the day and each morning I was filled back up again. I wonder at this sort of serendipity; this profound sense of joy and purpose I felt during a ten day trip to LA and SF.
I have no explanation for it. I can only say that I was ready. For many years I was experiencing a fraction of what life has to offer. This journey opened my eyes to the full range of the human experience – the lowest lows, the highest highs and all that space in between. I woke up to the possibility of surprise and discovery, humiliation and defeat, and for once I took my blinders off and let it all in.
P.S. Watch a preview of the journey here.