Canadian Thanksgiving dinner last night was a success. Although only four of the twenty-ish Canadians, we ended up talking for three hours. I think I’ve made some new good friends.
I’ve been doing a lot of that lately. It’s amazing how easy it is to become friends with people. The hardest part is getting to a place where you can sit and talk, but from there all you have to do is keep the conversation going and as long as you like them and they like you, you could go on for ages. I don’t think there’s any need to keep the conversation shallow either. If you’re really interested in getting to know the other person, it’s easier than you think.
If only I could have told all this to my past self. I’ve been to a lot of different schools and making friends didn’t come easily to me. Thankfully, I’ve had a lot of practice by now. It’s a useful skill, especially when travelling to a place where you don’t know anybody. Or maybe not travelling at all, but just feeling a bit lonely.
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