I think as we grow older, it gets harder to find friends – real friends, ones you would be willing to trust and who trusts you back.
As a migrant, it was hard for me to connect in my new environment, especially since all of my closest friends were everywhere else but the country I moved in.
It took me a while to find my circle here – I think it was mainly because I was still hanging desperately on to keep myself updated with everything that was related to my old friends’ lives – even if circumstances have changed.
When I finally allowed myself to move forward, and opened my eyes to the possibilities of new friendships, it was there when I found it again – new friends, real friends, fun friends.
Sure, there were false starts along the way, but I think in this cynical age you have to gamble some to win some. I have found really great friendships here.
Some had initial turbulence, and at one point I even believed the friendship wouldn’t recover. But I guess if there was something there in the first place, there will always be something to go back to – only if both parties are willing to discuss things openly, in all honesty and without agendas.
It’s hard making real friends at this age. But it’s also not impossible.