Minus The Sisterhood!

Red eyes, mascara stained cheeks and snot all are part of uncontrollable sobbing. Which means, in turn, that they were all part of my look today.

When I first moved to Spain I got lucky, despite what people say about moving away and making the best friends you will ever have, its not always true – normally you make a lot of what I think of as party buddies, you team up through work, or in bars/clubs, you meet through another party buddy etc or you gang up with some holiday makers and share their crazy times. But in resort areas in the summer these people are constantly changing faces, one day your downing sambuca’s, dancing on tables and swapping life stories, next your just a random add on facebook friend, or a smiling drunk face in their holiday snaps.

But no, I truly got lucky. I (at different times) met 2 girls, who both lived here that I clicked with instantly, and in the midst of the craziness, of the changing faces, their presence was constant. The became my extended family and lived both the high’s and low’s with me.

Then I got unlucky, after 1 balmy year one of the girls had to return home, which then made 2. Then out of the blue the other girl lost her job about 3 months ago and also returned to the UK. Which then made 1.

At the time it seemed like a sign, I was scraping by on little money after leaving my job at the end of last summer and trying something from home and I was beginning to feel overwhelmed, I started to miss friendly faces and felt like I was stuck in a groundhog day.

So, I decided to take the plunge and try something different, I applied for a Visa to go further overseas, started to pack up my apartment and for the first time in about 6 months I felt positive, this was going to be a whole new chapter!

Then like a bloody hurricane a week before I left Drew came spinning into my life, turned it upside down and made me dizzy. Drew was meant to be a goodbye present to myself, like all good shoppers I like to treat myself. Instead in under a week he made me think I wanted to stay and see what happened. So I did. I’m still here.

But days like today, when the pressure of life gets too much and we argue and my mascara runs I wish so much that I still had my support network here.

Being in a strange country with no good friend nearby to take you out and feed you vodka while putting the world to rights (with men at the bottom obviously) can be one of the most depressing feelings of all.