One of my good friends in London decided to spend some time in Spain before she goes back to Brazil in March. She planned an amazing trip: to visit six cities in six weeks. All on her own. She bought the tickets, booked some hostels and packed. It’s been almost ten days since she left and our first phone call since then was a bit disappointing. I expected to hear about crazy parties, interesting new friends and loads of fun. Instead, she couldn’t help but crying, saying she misses London and her friends. She’s been feeling lonely.

You arrive home and there’s nobody there, no online mates, you browse the five TV channels and nothing is worthy of your time. And reading a book would just expose you even more to the fact that you’re lonely. I won’t put too much effort to remember the last time I found myself the same way. Pretty sure it happened at least once last week.

Distance makes even the hardest go weak. And to drive myself back to sanity I tend to think that London gives me the opportunity of choosing a brand new family. Not a substitute one, but a supporting one. The good friends you meet become your brothers and sisters here. And it gets bigger and bigger every day.

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