I think I’m on my way. Wine, good friends, contagious laughter, dining outside on a warm, breezy evening. (Plus hitting my quarter century mark, to boot). I couldn’t have asked for more.
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I have a few close friends, mostly made during my early school years. While I’ve grown with some, with others, I feel as though I’m hanging onto to something tenuous. Like when we’re together, we’re trying to recreate or relive old moments. It’s as though along the way we’ve grown apart and lost the trust, camaraderie or spontaneity necessary to genuinely create new ones. I guess my impending move has me reevaluating the nature of a lot of my friendships. The idea that I won’t have my old friends to fall back on is sad, yet strangely very liberating. I’ve changed a lot, and I want to honor those changes. I want to meet people who I feel will be supportive and willing to nurture who I am today.
I have made a list of some clubs and activities I want to explore in New York, and hopefully this will be a starting off point for meeting some like-minded individuals. I’m not looking to “clean slate” my life or scrap past relationships; I’d just like to add to them in a way that feels natural and more fulfilling.

