She’s a friend of my brothers wife and I have met her at different family-get-togethers through the years. I always liked her, she’s my own age, we have a lot of things in common. I have wanted to see her more now that I am home, but I haven’t called her as much as I would like to. She called me yesterday evening and we went out for a few drinks, ended up touring around town and finished with breakfast at KFC at 4 in the morning. She slept over and we had breakfast then lunch as the hours went by and we just kept on talking; skipping effortlessly between deep and shallow, laughing and generally having a good time. I enjoyed it *so* much and am so happy today. It feels like I have found a new friend.
I talk to my closest Italian friends a lot but they’re far away, and while friendships thrive even long-distance, I miss them and would like to share this adventure with them. Not only by phone, but IRL. I would like to share my newfound love for Copenhagen, the cooking of Danish food, the sunshine, the place where I work, the beautiful graffiti where I live, the walks, the parks, the whole melting pot of cultures this place is.
But most of all I miss the small things of friendship. A glance where no words are needed, a smile, a joke that spawns laughter that turns into even more laughter for the sake of it, for the sheer joy of laughing. The goodwill that makes everything allright, that acknowledges “just trying”, that awards just being who you are. The recognition in thought, in feeling and the curiosity when you don’t understand but cares enough to try and understand, to ask again, and don’t feel stupid for asking.
I don’t make friends easily and most of my friends go a long way back, so I almost forgot what it is like to make a new one. It feels good.