I met my lovely friends Jamie and Amanda online before meeting in Sweden. We were doing pretty good at the long distance friendship thing, but man, seeing them in person made me realize that it is hard to leave and go back home. I miss them a lot.
No matter how often we talk/chat on the phone, there’s something so uniquely wonderful and satisfying about in-person friend time. After going to the airport, I felt so sad and couldn’t resist compiling a list of some of the things I miss most about living in the same city as my beloved friends. I really miss our hanging out, Fika time, training together, common jokes and laughs. I still remember how we understood each other without the need of explaining.
Me and Jamie had much in common that I felt she is my blonde version. We used to switch back and forth effortlessly between deep, serious topics and ridiculous, superficial ones. It’s usually tough to find people with a healthy balance of the two, or who can effortlessly switch back and forth between the two. WOW it was great to feel comfortable enough together to fully express both sides of our personalities.
In the end of my trip I bought two fluffy pigs, one for me and one for Jamie and we both called them “Piggy J” #JJ BUT that’s another story .. We had dinner then hugged and didn’t wanna let go but we promised to meet soon and stay in touch.
If you ask me, best friend hugs are the best kind of hugs, and damn I do miss them when we’re apart!
It’s really very strange how one can resist tears and behave very well in the hardest hours but then someone makes you a friendly sign with a flower bouquet. That flower which was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed and made you smile and feel alive.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. Those who are willing to be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. Thank you my dear friend @fo2elsoto7 for being that for me and for celebrating me being alive with pink flowers. You made my day and I’m blessed to have you!
Being someone’s friend is actually a difficult job. It seems hard to treat others you like with respect and, you know, be there for them. That’s why shitty friends are easier to find than good friends these days!
But what if you can’t take it anymore with such truly shitty people, then please, do cut them off!
The end of any relationship is always somewhat painful and comes with some negativity or confrontation. But don’t worry much. Here are some steps for coping with this emotionally stressful time.