The trouble with never being in one place for a long enough time is that you never really make friends - the good, proper friends with whom you hang out, share secrets and have the occasional moan to.
So the socialising is practically non-existent - the weekend drinks, hanging out with friends, the lunches and coffees, just don't happen. The average day consists of going to work, coming home, flopping front of the telly for a while before eating dinner and going to bed. The average weekend consists of tidying the house, flopping in front of the telly or reading a book, or generally moping around the house waiting for Monday to come around again.
Sometimes I wish we'd stayed in one place. Like most other people do. We'd have a sense of belonging, have friends we'd grown up with, of actually feeling like it was our home for longer than just a few years. A lot of this comes from watching (probably a little too much) Friends and Sex and the City - I envy them for their close friendships, for the ability to just be able to hang out and talk, or go on holidays or even drinking together. I know that view is totally idealistic and don't get me wrong, I have friends and some very good ones at that - but the fact that we live far away from each other means we get to meet up a few times a year, on special occasions or when someone happens to be in the particular city the friend lives in.
The trouble with being neither here nor there, is that you spend the majority of your days alone. TV, books and, in my case, writing, become your friends. I spend more time on my laptop or with my notepad writing than I do with real people, talking about real things. I really envy those people who talk about going out for drinks after work or play football with friends or go to lunch. Maybe there will come a day when I'll stay in one place long enough to actually make friends who eventually become lifelong ones...but for now, the telly, notepad, books and laptop it is!
So the socialising is practically non-existent - the weekend drinks, hanging out with friends, the lunches and coffees, just don't happen. The average day consists of going to work, coming home, flopping front of the telly for a while before eating dinner and going to bed. The average weekend consists of tidying the house, flopping in front of the telly or reading a book, or generally moping around the house waiting for Monday to come around again.
Sometimes I wish we'd stayed in one place. Like most other people do. We'd have a sense of belonging, have friends we'd grown up with, of actually feeling like it was our home for longer than just a few years. A lot of this comes from watching (probably a little too much) Friends and Sex and the City - I envy them for their close friendships, for the ability to just be able to hang out and talk, or go on holidays or even drinking together. I know that view is totally idealistic and don't get me wrong, I have friends and some very good ones at that - but the fact that we live far away from each other means we get to meet up a few times a year, on special occasions or when someone happens to be in the particular city the friend lives in.
The trouble with being neither here nor there, is that you spend the majority of your days alone. TV, books and, in my case, writing, become your friends. I spend more time on my laptop or with my notepad writing than I do with real people, talking about real things. I really envy those people who talk about going out for drinks after work or play football with friends or go to lunch. Maybe there will come a day when I'll stay in one place long enough to actually make friends who eventually become lifelong ones...but for now, the telly, notepad, books and laptop it is!
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