… well, not literally – more figuratively … stay with me – I’ll explain …
So last year, I moved – house, neighbourhood and state, job and sector … no point in doing things by eighths, quarters or halves …
It has involved lots of ‘new’, and lots of ‘change’. While I crave change … need it … the thought of it makes me uncomfortable in precisely equal measure.
Which means that when I do plunge, it is belly-flop sized as opposed to pin drop … and the scope is partly in retaliation for too long a period without change.
So – 2017 : new people, new places, new headspace, new ‘normal’ …
And – 2018 : a clear understanding that, my world with just me is functional; my world with people with whom I can be myself is atom-level satisfying.
And that’s the clear takeaway from the weekend past. At the moment, I have
acquaintances in Melbourne. Acquaintances are like low-fat yoghurt – technically they sustain but sometimes they serve to highlight that which is missing.
Because friends ask those questions that they already know the part-answer to. They prod and poke and scratch the surface …
And I know that all friendship takes time and I know that my friendships are ones that are few but lasting … but after having a weekend of friends, I am concluding that :
> friends that ask ‘how are you’ and wait for the response that they’ve already half-discerned = farm-fresh yoghurt with live cultures.
So – happiness will be partially dependent on friends.
So – I need to make friends ….
How does one go about making friends at the age of 39???
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