Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Yesterday I had coffee with a friend. No big deal you may say, people do this every day, but for me it was a big deal. Why? Because having arrived here after living overseas for the past six years I find myself once again friendless, a stranger in a new city. This happens to me every five years, give or take a year. I am not complaining as I keep finding myself in new countries, sometimes new cultures with wonderful opportunities I may not otherwise have had.
But the biggest thing is starting again with new friends. Generally my husband will be really busy with his new project for the first few months, no time for socialising with work people, although this, I know form past experiences, will eventually happen. But I cannot sit around waiting. So I have to find a way to find like minded people.
This move I decided to join a supper club I found in a magazine, Woman and Home. I checked, and there was one operating in my area. The first night I went along with a bit of trepidation, and I don't mind admitting, a whole lot of fear, and only after an agonising search through my wardrobe wondering what to wear! What can be worse than joining a group of women who all know each other? A bit like being the new kid in the class. However, I needn't have worried. I found myself in a group of wonderful women. All very different, at different stages of life and all looking to this group for friendship. As we are a "supper club" then to start we all have a common interest, food. Some like cooking and others just enjoy the eating out experience, so we are off to a good start.
After the first few meetings I knew there were a couple of women I wanted to get to know bit better. I felt sure there were some real friendships to be made. A couple of more meetings, more time of getting to know them a bit better and I had arranged a coffee date with a lady, who like myself wasn't in full time employment and spent time alone because of her husband's work commitments. I was happy. Could I have found my first real connection to the area, my first friend?
Several hours and a few coffees later we knew a whole lot more about each other. Already we were making plans of things we could do together. I knew I had found a friend. I was so happy to have made this connection and look forward to spending time with her and getting to know her family.
It is so easy to sit back and complain about situations in life, but my experiences have taught me that no one comes knocking asking if you will play with them, you have to go and ask to join in the game. This has worked for me many times now. I keep wondering if my luck will run out. Fortunately it hasn't run out this time, and I'm sure this is only the start. I can now start my new life with new friends. But one thing I never forget the wonderful friends I have been fortunate to meet wherever I've gone. I am one lucky lady with friends all around the world. I never this for granted.