They say making friends after college is one of the hardest things to do. Harder than finding a significant other. I believe this and I’m not even done with college. I have, however, decided to finish my studies in a country where friendships are few but deep.
Someone once explained to me that making friends with Swedes was like getting ketchup out of the bottle (Swedes love ketchup) you bang and bang and bang on the side and nothing comes out and then all of the sudden your entire plate is flooded. That’s true. I got to that flood eventually, but then I moved. And moved. And moved again. Now I’m getting tired of banging.
I know I’m not the only person who sits at home on Saturday nights because I don’t feel like going out and don’t have a best friend to call to come watch a movie with me. I know I’m not the only one because my roommate is doing the same thing. She’s Norwegian and more likely than not having the same issues with the Swedish population as I am. Unfortunately she’s only lived here about a week and we haven’t really gotten to the point of being able to admit our lameness to each other. We’ll get there.
I’m not saying I don’t have friends, I do. I have friends to go out with, to get a drink with, to go shopping with. I don’t have friends to do nothing with. That’s a deeper kind of friendship, a truer kind. A friend who you can do nothing with, talk about nothing with, just be with is the most precious of friends. Cherish those friends – they might not always be close by.