I stumbled upon a piece from Vera Nazarian’s book entitled “The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration”:
What do you think? Do you agree with her?
My best friend is my husband. We’ve been through a lot. We fought, we laughed, we cried. I don’t think I can find another person who can understand me and accept me for who I am, for what I have become.
I have friends in high school, in college, and in my previous job. Some are still in contact with me, thanks to Facebook. But it is really different because I am now living in another country. Things changed as we don’t see each other everyday anymore.
Right now I am struggling to find a new friend. I have workmates, but too early to call some as friends. I guess it is true. It takes time and effort to have a friend and to become a friend.