I Have Lived Here For a Year and Have No Friends
My entire life, I have struggled with making friends. Living in a foreign country is not any easier. I am also grounded being here, becoming a better friend to myself, yet that is not how others see it.
We went out on Friday to the local language exchange. It is with the local Spanish school here in town. To say that I was not in the mood to be social would be an understatement.
All I have to say is relationships are a struggle for me, all forms, including friendships. It was the end of the night, and I was ready to leave, but I was talking to a girl. She asked me how long I had been here in the town; I said this coming week would make one year in Colombia and, at the end of July, one year in San Carlos.
Somehow we got on the subject of how I don’t know many people; basically, I have no friends. She looked at me and said ¨you have no friends, and have been here a year?¨ Well, shove a knife into my splenic artery and turn in a little more, please.
I was shocked and sad when she said it out loud. I know I don’t have any friends; I have people in town I say hi to and in my neighborhood. The only friends are often four-legged or the little kids in the…
