Having friends as a child was easy.
You don’t know the true meaning of friendship, but you’re more than happy to spend time with your classmates or neighbourhood kids.
Then, in the teenage years, it becomes more difficult.
It’s almost like you have to be approved to be someone’s friend.
If you are not a certain type of “cool”, you wouldn’t fit in.
But none of that compares to find a friend in adulthood.
You might get on well with your colleagues or people you meet at the gym.
But at the end of the day, you wave goodbye and everyone seperates to their own life.
Jasper and I have come to Denmark with a realistic view.
Most likely we wouldn’t find people to spend time with after work.
Let alone, calling someone a friend.
In more than one way, we were fine with that.
It offers a lot of freedom, which, fair enough, sometimes turns into boredom.
It offers a better financial situation, which, fair enough, sometimes makes you wonder why you actually have a job if you don’t spend the money.
It offers more time on the couch watching Netflix, which, fair enough, doesn’t create many memorable moments.
But the largest benefit of nothing having a social life might be that you don’t have to say goodbye to anyone.
In my recent post About letting go, I speak about colleagues visiting from Brazil and Spain for a month.
I say that in a way, I wish I never have got close to them.
But somehow, I did.
Never in a million years I could have imagined that the dark month of January would be filled laughter, good talks, dinners and red wines after work.
Never in a million years I would have thought we would meet people in a foreign country to call friends.
But now that day has come.
Time to say goodbye.
After our goodbye dinner, they will be leaving to their home country.
Of course we will stay in touch, but we all know that will fade away at one point.
As I always say “Out of sight, out of mind. But not out of heart”.
When I walk by that restaurant, I will remember the good talks.
When I walk by that pub, I will remember the laughter.
When I look at the pictures, I will remember the good times.
And surely, in 20 years, I will remember this surprisingly awesome cold month of January 2019.
Thanks guys, it was a pleasure!