When are you most happy?
I think at this point in my life it’s my friends who make me the most happy.
My friends here in Luxembourg keep me sane from week to week. They support me when I’m down, make me laugh when I am sad and reassure me that things will always get better.
We talk for hours about everything and have said many times we could all live on a big commune together.
It took me a long time to find my tribe here but now I have it’s a tremendous support.
In a relatively short time we have shared births, divorces, deaths, grief, depression holidays……..
Sometimes I can have a tendency to procrastinate and they push me to book that ticket, go out that night, not to get that taxi home.
Because they know what I need.
In those times of feeling overwhelmed when you feel like that heavy load is just too heavy I need them to get me over the line.
My friends at home are different but the same. They are a tonic for my gin.
I love the bones of all of them. We have all shared so much, so many tears, laughters.
Laughter that hurts your tummy, makes tears run down your face.
Sometimes I’m not the best friend. I forget to text back, or am simply tired or too wrapped up with my own stuff but I’m thankful they haven’t shut the door of me.
Thank you
Wineoclockmama in luxembourg 