It’s been 4 months already. Me living in LA. I am adjusting, starting to find my way around the supermarket. Our house is almost finished and feels more and more like home.
So far so good. But then there is the building a new social life part. I’m 37 and I have to make new friends. And that is not so easy.
I don’t need loads of friends, because honestly I can’t handle many. I’m a good friend, a loyal friend, and an ‘I move mountains for you’ friend. But I don’t call to chat and I will remember that important thing you have, but probably a day too late. I’m messy. In my house, in my head and in my friendships. But I’m there when I need to, i’m true and I’m always honest.