This morning I read a post by the happy Quitter. About making new friends and having fun. I love fun. I love people. I love friends. But I don’t seem to have too many of any of them. My life generally consists of work (in a technical role, so not too much social interaction there), traveling to and from the city, spin class and Pilates on Mondays, and home time. Blog writing to keep myself sane. I have a few friends in Sydney, my BFF close by (thank goodness for her), and a couple of other friends that I see every few months. I would not know how to go about changing my life to include more #fun. Fun for me is socializing, spending time with friends, listening to music, dancing. My BFF went to a fifties party last week. We are not in that social circle, so were not invited. It sounded like they had a great time.

My oldest friend in South Africa is of African descent. We used to have heaps of fun together. Laughing and joking and being silly. Something that I appreciate from spending time with her growing up, is that in their community, they are very welcoming. No airs and graces. They will accept you for who you are. I have found that social circles in Sydney and even in South Africa can be very closed. You are either part of the circle or you are not. I reached out to her last week. Oh my friend, I really miss you, even though distance may separate, you are still in my heart. She responded by sending me the image above “The most valuable antique is an old friend”. I told her, my friend, I am not that old yet. So she sent me another one. Bless!