When I tell people that I have never lived in a place for more than three years, they’re usually shocked. I tell them the same thing every time when they ask me what it was like.
“It was annoying have to start over each time, but it made for great memories and greater friends.”
And it’s true. But I don’t think I’ve ever had that one friend who I’ve known forever and had these amazing childhood memories with, because I never stuck around long enough. Sure I have best friends from all over the world, but none that I can say I’ve known since day one.
That being said, I’ve met people from all over the world. America, Canada, Australia, Ireland, Britain, France, Germany, Holland, Italy, Sicily, Philippines, Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore, Russia, Spain, Sweden, Turkey, Greece, Cyprus, Saudi Arabia, Oman, Jordan, Syria, Palestine, Egypt, Kuwait…and so many more that I can’t even think of. That list gives you a rough idea of the places I’ve been to or lived in.
I got to experience all the cultures, lifestyles and languages and more importantly, I got to meet these amazing people with their amazing stories. One thing my roommate (from Chicago) says she likes about Europe is that it’s so small. You can take the Eurostar from Waterloo in London to Gare du Nord in Paris in roughly two hours. You can drive across the French border and be in Germany.
This where the border of Belgium meets the Netherlands. DO YOU SEE HOW CRAZY THIS IS?
Once, my Dutch friend and I were getting ready to leave a university exhibition centre, when we ran into two Canadian college reps. Bryan was from Brock, and I can’t remember the woman’s name anymore. We got talking and we ended up having dinner with two strangers who we had met merely an hour before. It was exhilarating!
So really, it’s not a big deal that I don’t have a childhood best friend. I’m still in touch with friends from the third grade onwards, and that’s more than I could ask for. Technology today has allowed us to rekindle old friendships and maintain the ones worth maintaining.
If I was told that I could have those childhood friends and live in the same house all my life and make wonderful memories, I’d say no. Because I don’t think I would ever give up any of the experiences I had. The good and the bad, both. They made me who I am today and if giving up all those experiences mean that I remain naïve and ignorant to the world, then I wouldn’t give it up for anything.
This should give you a good idea. A map showing where most of my friends come from.