Sisterhood of the Traveller

The life of a traveller is not all parties and sunsets.

Who am I kidding? It is mostly parties and sunsets; but there can also be some lonely nights

I have been living in London for 5 months now. I do not know where the time has gone, but it has definitely been an adventure.

I have attended my first (ever) Pride festival in London (and my second one in Brighton) I have seen a rainbow over Paris from the top of the Eiffel Tower, lounged on the beach in Italy, walked in the rain in the Slovenian alps and gotten drunk in the streets of Scotland. I (think) I have mastered the London Underground and have become a typical angry London commuter. I have had a blast so far, and I know that there are more adventures to come.

I think I can officially say that I am home. I am settled. I have a roof over my head, a have an income coming in and I have an amazing group of friends. I am happy. However, I am a pessimist at heart. I can’t help it, but because of this I have started thinking about when this will all be over.

I moved here as a EU national, which means that I don’t have visa’s dictating how long I can live here. Which is great! However that leaves me in a situation where I am meeting all these amazing people and making some fantastic friends. I can’t imagine my time in London without them. The problem is they are all here on 2-year visas. (Meeting locals in London is not as easy as you think) Which means that there is an expiration date on my current happiness.

I have this amazing group of friends that I met through Britbound – The relocation company I came to the UK with. They have made this whole process of moving here so much easier. We have the best times together, and I am surprised that I have found a group of people that can mean so much to me in such a short amount of time. The only problem with this is that they all have expirations on their time here. Which means in like 18 months, a large chunk of my support network is going to be gone.

I’m not all alone, I have an amazing friend that also moved here, and she is in the same boat as me – no visa expiration date. It is nice having a sense of home when you are so far away. Seriously don’t know what I would have done without her here. But she’s just and crazy and neurotic as me. So making friends together is just as hard.

This whole making friends business is hard. It was so much simpler when we were younger. You share your juice box at school and you’re friends. Or you share your juice box at university and you become best friends. Nowadays, it’s weird if you go up to a stranger and ask to share their juice box. Making friends as an adult is in the ‘Too-Hard-Basket”

Where am I supposed to find people with a similar love for chocolate cover coffee beans as me? Or that share my hatred for wicker furniture?

Making friends as an adult is hard. By this time, people are already settled with partners, kids, houses and their own circle of friends. Penetrating an already formed circle of friends is difficult, and down right dangerous. You don’t want to know what my friends back home did to people trying to infiltrate our group.

This is the life of someone living abroad. You got to take the positives with the negatives. You get to meet some amazing people and make fierce friends. But it also means you have to say goodbye to them at some point. I don’t know if I am ready for that.

But maybe I should just enjoy the moment for now and deal with what will happen next year, I don’t know, next year? And who knows, I might master this whole ‘making-friends-as-an-adult’ thing in the meantime.

 

Also published to Verum.Post – Checkout my friends at www.verumpost.com.au

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