I have the dopest friends around. Any time I forget that they are always there to remind me of how lucky I am to have such amazing people in my life. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have all these amazing people consider me a friend. They astound me with love and affection and keep me going. They may not be a lot of them, but it’s more about quality than quantity when it comes to people in my life. I am very careful about who I let into this little world of mine and even more so with who I show my heart and mind.
Thinking about that today made me think that’s why I am kind of on my own here in Australia. The bar is super raised for who I want to let into my space because of the short amount of time that I am here. I miss my friends from back home so much, but I know I will be able to see them in a couple of months. That isn’t the case with people here. I could end up not seeing people from here ever again due to how far away they are. I can’t imagine being so close with someone here and having to deal with the thought of possibly never seeing them again. It’s so weird, but maybe I’m just subconsciously watching out for myself to save myself some pain and heartache of having to leave people.
I’m okay with being on my own if that means I’m just waiting for the best people to come into my life here.