For some reason, I thought I would go abroad in Australia and meet someone that would sweep me off my feet. I conjured up this fantastical storyline of an American girl meets Aussie boy. Happily ever after looked like wine on the beach and early morning coffee. I thought he’d inspire my stories and challenge my fears.
He has.
Oh, don’t get too excited, he doesn’t exist. Or, he does, I just haven’t met him yet. “He” as the idea of what he might be has inspired a lot of my writing.
I feel like recently I’ve been caught up in the quest to fall in love again. Not a desperate attempt, not settling, and not overly trying for things to work. No, but I am looking out for it, I would even admit that I’m longing for it (in the least corny way).
As I say to Jules “I’m happy where I am, and I’ve enjoyed my time alone, but I am ready to meet someone”
The funny thing is that “someone” always seemed to mean a boyfriend, but now I think someone has a different definition, a best friend. I’m redirecting my energy towards this, realizing that a best friend is really what I’m after.
I want to learn about someone, hear his stories, admire his courage, and embrace his trauma. I want to learn from him, to understand his background, and hear his inspiration. I want to go do cool things and adventure. Explore together.
I think if I find a best friend, with similar interests and values, who is looking at life with bright eyes and warm expectations, then the rest will come.
I have dated someone who was not my best friend or even my friend first. We learned to love each other as friends with time, but the foundation of friendship was never quite there. I think this is important and hopefully I will find someone that fills that.
Em n Jules in OZ 