The Chronicles of Kate

I don’t know about you, but sometimes I regret not having friends. It’s not so important, I suppose, but now that I am getting older, having someone to bounce things, ideas, dreams, silly notions off of would be …Nice.

The closest I get to feeling friendship is playing chess.  Moving the pieces around, having them interact together. But in real life- I can’t find anyone. You see, I’m a little eccentric. Traveled in Europe, raised some kids, did some funny things, and I still have grand visions in my life. People tend to settle and be happy with what they’ve got. But I’m not.  I’d like to open a small mosaic Gallery, live somewhere near enough to the beach- maybe a coastal town. I want to be out of Europe with a desperation- but can’t see a way out unless I take a loan from the U.S. Embassy.  But location is a temporary problem. I am not afraid of new starts. Actually they are refreshing… But finding a good friend- well thats almost an impossibility.

I think  the term “good friend” is maybe a myth.  How many people can you count on when the going gets rough? Or just when you need to talk? Or when you need a little true advice that knocks you down but picks you up at the same time? They say to have a friend- you must be one first.  I haven’t taken the time to be one. Pure and simple.  But for sure it’s time to try.

If you are reading this today and you have a good friend…….then thank your lucky stars. You are truly one of the few!

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