In the past five years, I have lived in four cities. It’s not as crazy as it sounds. Ok. Maybe a little. I’m a nomad. I have wanderlust. I thrive on pressure and listen to a calling to help communities in need. It’s my thing. It’s how I roll. And, in one key life area, apparently my nomadic lifestyle is a good thing.
The evite company (the one that simplifies party planning) recently did a survey of adults to better understand friendship patterns amongst other social habits. Amongst 2,000 American adults surveyed, they found that on average, no one had made a new friend in the past five years. Family commitments was one reason. Others noted that it is just hard to make new friends.
And, that is where my nomadic life comes into play. Mind you, many of those surveyed also noted that moving cross-country made it hard to make new friends. But because I have moved for work all these times I end up meeting many new people. I don’t readily make new friends. I’m picky. But I make a few new friends here and there who remain my friends despite all my moves. And very different types of people, at that. As a result I have a very eclectic set of friends. Different likes, perspectives and fields. I’ve been lucky in that respect. My life has been enriched as has my mind. That may be partly why so many people confide so many things in me. I’m accepting of different viewpoints and try really hard to be non-judgmental.
Here’s to a varied life.