Two sorts of friends

Having friends is, in my opinion, on the list of the most valuable things you can have in life. Having friends means endlessly discussing what you think is a problem when it’s really just you making a big deal about something. It means talking nonsense for hours on end, apologising for talking nonsense, and then happily talking some more nonsense. It means having insider jokes. It means an endless amount of postcards.

It means having a movie night and discussing the highly important question of sweet and salty popcorn. It means having a Disney-themed dinner party.

It means sharing secrets (your own and other people’s. Even though you “promised to never tell anyone”. But they are your friends so it’s ok to discuss other people’s secrets with them.) It means hugs, laughs, memories, plans for the future.

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Some friends you have known for years. They have known you through all your weird phases, band obsessions, crushes, school troubles and just general decision making. You might not have always been super close, maybe one of you left the path of your friendship for a while and walked with different people but you never really lost sight of each other.

Some friendships form later in life, but they can be just as precious and after just a short while you feel like you have known this person for ages.

Of course, not every friendship is the same and sometimes you come across people who make you question if they care about you as much as you care about them.

They never text or call back. As soon as they find someone else to hang out with, they will just abandon you. They only call you when they need you because they know you will always make time for them and listen to their problems. They will make promises and not keep them.

But for some reason you will always welcome them with open arms if they decide to take a step back into your life, no matter how many times you tell yourself that you should just let them go.

I’m lucky to have more friends from the first kind and they really are the best, I honestly don’t know what I would do without them. There’s a different connection to every single one of them and while we might not talk every day, we surely know that there is always someone around. There are some of the second sort (three to be precise) but I’m trying to just accept is the way it is because there really is no point in being upset.

Now go and give your best friend(s) a hug if you can. And if not, text them, call them, write them a letter. You don’t have to go deep with all your feelings and tell them in detail how much they mean to you. Just a little note, a random smiley face or whatever happened in your life today.

And please do me a favour: don’t be a friend of the second sort.

 

The Fire Alarm

Yesterday, the fire alarm went off in the building I’m currently living in. 

I would love to say that I was fully clothed and ready to leave the building and definitely not dressed in only a towel after just stepping out from the shower. But then I would also love to tell you that I didn’t eat a packet of biscuits for dinner because I hadn't gone shopping and there was nothing to eat apart from chocolate and biscuits. But sometimes things just don’t go how you want them to. And sometimes you find yourself in a bathroom with wet hair and no clothes on while there’s a fire alarm disturbing everyone’s Tuesday evening.

After grabbing some clothes and my phone (I wonder what that says about me) 

I peered out to the corridor to find two of my housemates having a discussion whether to leave the building or stay inside. I joined in and when the alarm was still going after about five minutes we decided to make our way to the fire escape which is conveniently located right next to my door. We stepped out, admired the brightly lit skyline of London for a brief moment and finally joint the people who had gathered in front of the building. 

Right in that moment the alarm stopped and everyone went back inside, back to what they were doing before the rude disturbance. A turn out there never was a real fire. 

Apparently a girl had burnt something in the kitchen. At least she tried.

 Apart from that incident I have had a pretty good week so far. My internship is starting to become less boring (not exactly interesting but at least I don’t feel like repeatedly banging my head on the table anymore because I’m so bored. That’s what I like to call progress), my heating is working again and I got invited to Tacos in one of the kitchens on another floor. 

Also, I’m currently wearing baby blue nail polish. I mean c’mon, that must be a good thing.

Step by step I am adjusting to this new situation that made me feel so helpless in the beginning. But now, after less than three weeks, I already know that I will look back in the end and be a teeny tiny bit proud of myself, for not throwing the towel and going back to what I’m used to.

And totally unrelated, here is something that makes me smile every morning. In a lot of tube stations around London are these boards and the quote written on it changes daily. It’s just a small thing but as we all know, those are often the most valuable.

 

Bye for now

xx