Others, and me

or, find a patch of winter sun to enjoy

It seems that often, the transience of living in a country (or countries) not one’s own is portrayed as a negative when it comes to friendship. I beg to differ: I think it depends on the friends you make. It’s true that more casual ones can drift away, but I have maintained friendships across years and continents. It’s not the same as when they’re around the corner or across town, of course; but if something is valuable, you hold on to it.

Any relationship is, in some ways, a product of its circumstances, in addition to what each individual brings to the table. And it happens that this particular place and time (by which I mean the last few years) have brought into my life people that I value and care about, in a way that seems unique, that feels special.

I think this is on my mind because this week my social calendar is more full that usual: I’ve been trying to learn to say no more if it’s something I don’t want to do, but what about when you want to do everything but also know you need time alone to recharge? I admire people who know their own limits and stick to them, as I often end up overextended and having to hide out from the world for a while after a busy spell.

But several friends will be traveling over the next month, and while they are returning, it’s reminded me that while friendships may last, proximity is not forever. I’m grateful they’re in my life and I want to make sure they know it by showing up. So I hope you don’t mind this post being a little shorter than usual. And that you are living your best life today, whether with friends or alone, lounging in a patch of winter sun like Marv… I’m with him on this one: at this time of year here, it feels like soaking up pure energy.