Monday, April 18, 2005
Circle of Friends
Once again with nothing on TV I find myself catching up on some DVDs. Right now I'm finishing up the second half of the sixth season of "Sex & The City." Carrie is dating the Russian and contemplating moving to Paris with him. It got me thinking about my big move. Not that I think I'm the center of my friends' universe, but I wonder what things will be like here without me. The birthday dinners I'll miss. My friend Darren's plays. The dinner parties. The lunches.
My best friend Jim told me the other day that he couldn't believe that in less than two months, I'll be gone. That we'll never be able to just pick up the phone anytime we want and just talk about nothing. I think that's the first time I realized how different my life would be. The thing is all my life people have left me. Some moved away. Some passed away. But I was always here.
I know I'm making the right decision to leave. Moving to London is a dream that I never thought would come true. Moving to London with someone I love is something I never could have imagined.
But all my life I've defined myself by the circle of friends I chose to surround myself with. Even though the faces have changed, my friends have always been my touchstone. The one constant I could count on. I worry that I won't make new friends. Friends that will get my jokes. My obscure TV and movie references.
I keep coming back to something my mom told me when I was a kid. "It's harder to make friends as you get older." Of course, I never really remember her having any friends so she's probably not the best judge.
So, although I'll never be able to replace my friends (and who would want to?!?), I know I'll make new friends. It will be scary and challenging, but I guess that's what life is all about.
My best friend Jim told me the other day that he couldn't believe that in less than two months, I'll be gone. That we'll never be able to just pick up the phone anytime we want and just talk about nothing. I think that's the first time I realized how different my life would be. The thing is all my life people have left me. Some moved away. Some passed away. But I was always here.
I know I'm making the right decision to leave. Moving to London is a dream that I never thought would come true. Moving to London with someone I love is something I never could have imagined.
But all my life I've defined myself by the circle of friends I chose to surround myself with. Even though the faces have changed, my friends have always been my touchstone. The one constant I could count on. I worry that I won't make new friends. Friends that will get my jokes. My obscure TV and movie references.
I keep coming back to something my mom told me when I was a kid. "It's harder to make friends as you get older." Of course, I never really remember her having any friends so she's probably not the best judge.
So, although I'll never be able to replace my friends (and who would want to?!?), I know I'll make new friends. It will be scary and challenging, but I guess that's what life is all about.
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Just this morning, I was thinking about how I'm going to miss you - what a coincidence that I checked your blog today!
There is no doubt in my mind that you will quickly build a new circle of friends. In fact, you may even find bizarro-friends (just like us but with British accents)!
Just remember to link your new circle with your old. Through your life you create a chain of friendship. "Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold." Awwwww. I think I'm going to go read some Chicken Soup for the Friend Moving Away To London Soul.
And just in case anyone is wondering: Your American friends. We're gold...actually platinum - but that doesn't rhyme.
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There is no doubt in my mind that you will quickly build a new circle of friends. In fact, you may even find bizarro-friends (just like us but with British accents)!
Just remember to link your new circle with your old. Through your life you create a chain of friendship. "Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold." Awwwww. I think I'm going to go read some Chicken Soup for the Friend Moving Away To London Soul.
And just in case anyone is wondering: Your American friends. We're gold...actually platinum - but that doesn't rhyme.
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