Tuesday, 17 April 2012

LIFE: Move Countries and You Realise ...

.... just who your friends are. Sad but true. I also apologise if this ends up being a long unreadable rant but it's been bugging me a little on the inside and it's time to let it out. I want to have the guts to post the title of this post on my facebook so the so called "friends" could see. Could see that all their apparent promises to keep in touch etc were just literally nothing. While I ranted here on LOTS many a time about my old work "mates" a fair few of them commented on my leaving how we'll all stay in touch. The actual amount that has - one. Should I really be surprised? Probably not, but I am upset that one of the girls that I actually thought was my friend hasn't bothered for months. 

Although moving countries is all new and exciting, I got to be with my guy, I got married and we did a fair bit of traveling in that first two months. But I always made the time to comment on people's facebook status and send them emails etc. I know it's two way but I'm sure I always took the time to still be in touch. While moving is exciting, when you don't really know people, you still want to know about and be in touch with the people that matter to you no matter where you are in the world.

This is were I feel like my blogger/twitter friends are some of the most thoughtful and amazing people I've ever met. All the food parcels and best wishes, all the comments of good lucks and questions about settling into American life has always comes from blogger friends. There's not been one offer of a food parcel from my in real life friends, no asking how life is, no Christmas cards even though they asked for my address. Nothing. Not a single thing. 

I'm not sure what this says about me or my friends to be honest. Maybe I'm not worthy of proper friends? It sure makes me feel that way. Maybe I need to stop taking people on their word and/or trusting people.

But while I'm bitter about them, this is a post to say thank you for all the love, best wishes, offers of food swaps and general inquires about how a Yorkshire gal is doing in the old Michigan land.