Leaving London for the Christmas break is priceless.
Actually, let me back track on that. Battling through the endless crowd of commuters with a suitcase full of presents and a weeks worth of clothes isn’t fun, but sitting down on the train as it leaves the big smoke to head home, really is priceless.
I was on my way to spend some time with my family, as well as to catch up with my friends who had planned a Christmas dinner, complete with Secret Santa. That’s where I got the inspiration for this next blog – my SS bought me a blog journal.
Whenever we meet up, it feels like nothing has changed and everyone looks the same as they did back when we were in school (sort of). We were all sipping prosecco, celebrating the news that my friend recently got engaged in Sri Lanka when I told the story of how, as I edge one year closer to the big 3-0, people are beginning to say that I don’t look “that old”. The terror and look of denial on my friends faces said it all – we do not look a day over 25.
I’ve been making friends since I was little. We moved around quite a lot and so I had to make friends quickly and then be prepared to lose them. What I like about this group of friends is that even though I have kept moving, they have stayed.
Individually, my friends have taught me so much. Only last night I felt the feeling of how you can laugh so hard that your stomach and cheeks begin to hurt after reminiscing over a bad paella in Barcelona. I was filled with the feeling of happiness when my friend told me her news that she was expecting her first child. Friends open my eyes to the chances they took that I didn’t. They give true meaning to the word ‘love’ and what a strong relationship really entails, and they show you what it feels like to love someone like a sister, even if she isn’t related to you.
A few years ago I read the quote about how “two types of people come into your life. They’re either a lesson or a blessing” and in my 29 years of living, I can safely say I have met both. I think that true friends are a blessing. They are your 24/7 360 guidance counsellors who would stop at nothing to try to help you out. They don’t judge you for making the decisions you made and love you regardless of how you look physically.
If you have one friend or 20, it really doesn’t matter. What matters is that you have great people around you to guide you. Or if you’re like me, are happy to intimately describe two rounds of child birth for your personal benefit, just so you know what you’d be getting yourself into.
Cherish your friends.