Holy Batman!

Holy Batman!! So it has almost been a month since I have exercised my literary skills on this blog. I have not been lazy I assure you, but the London summer has lived up to every ounce of burdening expectation and reputation that everyone declares with their lives on. I have so much to speak of about life, but in fear that another month may pass before our eyes, I shall write this entry without crossing the “t’s” and dotting the “I’s.”

There are various conclusions to what people deem as true friendship. Since being here, I have come to my own two conclusions thus far. The first is that true friends are friends that help you before you even know that you need help. During my period of home-sickness and finding my feet in London, a few close friends managed to somehow unerringly know when I needed to hear a familiar voice or be reminded that I wasn't forgotten, and before I even had a chance to come to this realization, I would receive a timely phone call or message, just to say hi.

My second conclusion is freedom.

Friendship equals freedom, freedom to kick back and be yourself 100%. Freedom to laugh. Freedom to be a dork. Freedom to muck around all day long without the fear of being judged, as they know who you are and are friends with you for this reason, good and bad. Freedom to talk about everything and anything. Freedom of the past, the present and the future. Freedom of care (if that makes sense). I miss caring for my friends, my loves. I miss being cared by my friends, my loves.

Recently I have had two close friends come stay with me for a couple of weeks. As much as I have reveled in the independence of setting up a complete new life again, spending time with old friends from home is such a gift that can never be measured nor rivaled.

I miss the fuss that is involved with having close friends. I cooked dinner for the first time in ages for Reyes and Ed, and although sadly my skills have diminished (as now, eating dinner for one means whatever is the quickest fix will do), the task made me feel at home. *smiles* When the boys went out for the day and returned with dinner, they would automatically think of me as well. I miss that, just being a factor in someone else’s life. Enjoying the company of home and having them enjoy my company. The day they both left, as the emotional person that I am, it made me teary to once again have to say goodbye. I know I will see them both real soon but it still doesn’t get easier knowing that when I return to my abode in the evening that they won’t be there and my home will once again just be a house.

As mentioned before, my friends have impeccable timing, as on this day where I was a little dis-heartened to return to a somewhat empty household, I instead returned to a mysterious parcel… from Sydney… from my girls. Oh how I fricken love getting surprise snail mail (that are not bills)!! It’s the absolute best thing about living so far away from home.

Your words, your thoughts, your love truly touched my heart and made me cry… again.

There are a million things that I believe I do not deserve and have been too lucky to receive in this life of mine, but definitely on the top of my ever-grateful list are the people that are in my life… that are my life.

You all truly amaze me!!