Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 24

Thanks; Giving

Happy Thanksgiving Turkey
I won't front, I stole that title from an email a new friend sent to invite everyone over for Thanksgiving.

But I love it. It shined (shone?) a new light on those two words: Thanks. Giving. Thanks-and-giving. Thanks-for-giving. Giving Thanks. Thankful to Give. All kinds of ways to interpret those two words with the addition of that rascal semicolon!

In the spirit of my favorite holiday, I've taken up my second annual #EllenThanks Instagram campaign. Last year I knocked it out of the park, posting something every day from Nov. 1st to 30th (check out #EllenThanks2014).

I am already late out of the gate, but I think it's even more important to complete this year than last year. Last year I felt #EllenThanks helped me appreciate the every-day things I might have been taking for granted. This year, in the calm of finally feeling settled, I find myself hyper-focused on documenting what's different, or what's difficult (or what's downright demoralizing in international news).

This year, I need it to help me refocus on the positive. The amazingness that comes with living in a new city. 


London Eye Parliament Night
Sunshine in Hyde Park

For starters, I'm pumped to have already gathered a solid foundation of friends. And I'm definitely glad to be here with my husband-slash-roommate-slash-financial advisor-slash-technical director. And I'm amazingly thankful to be traveling in a digital age where I can talk to and listen to and look at my favorite people for the low-low price of a latte.

(For the record, I have to buy a latte to feel good about using the Internet at the cafe around the corner. It's just the rule, I didn't make it. What's that? Yes, of course I *have* to go to a cafe. Stop giving me that look. Stop it. Staaaaahp.)

And I'm also thankful for the littlest things, like finding ice — beautiful, crushed, unlimited ice — at Nando's. And leaves changing color. And avocados. All things that have broken through metaphoric and literal grey days.

British Museum Atrium
Avocado
Autumn leaves on a brick wall

And, I'm thankful for you (my people!) and for this blog at all. I've turned to writing often (albeit sporadically) in life, and I'm thankful to have the opportunity to dedicate the time I've always thought I'd like to dedicate. So far, that's proving to be true.

What are you thankful for?

Sunday, November 8

How Finding Friends is Like Dating

Building a social circle has been a main focus since arriving in the UK. We have amazing circles of friends and family back home, but for some reason few people offered to transplant their lives along with us so that we could have built-in drinking buddies here in London. (Weird, right?)

Lately I've also seen several friends post about how it's difficult to find new friends in our current life stages — some have had Big Life Changes while others feel like their established friend base has become more distant recently (emotionally or literally). How do you connect with people when it's routine to return to your solo apartment, to a significant other, or if you enjoy solitary hobby?

Making friends is basically the same as dating. Here's what I've found helpful as I set up my new life in London:

Make the first move.

Maybe not this move.
Or maybe YES THIS MOVE.
Opening a conversation is as simple as saying, "Hi, I'm Ellen. What's your name?" (I would suggest using your own name, though you're welcome to borrow mine.) If you've got an opportunity to start a conversation, seize it! I made a friend on the Tube because I asked about the crazy behavior of some of our fellow riders. If your eyes meet from across the room, or, um, I mean, if you find yourself in the same place at the same time, or if your kids go to the same daycare, stick your hand out there and say hello.

Prepare talking points. 

In London, we can always ask, "Where are you from?" because so many Londoners are expats. But after that conversation runs its course, it's habit to venture over to, "So, what do you do?" I've started trying to avoid that question, especially after reading this article about Tess Vigeland's experience with it. Why not try...
  • What are the hidden gems in this city? (Especially useful if you're new in town!)
  • What keeps you busy on the weekends? 
  • Have you traveled much? Where's your favorite place so far?
  • Have you read anything interesting lately? 
Those questions are reflective of what I like to do, and what I like to talk about. Which brings me to...

Share a little bit about yourself (and don't be self-conscious about it!).

You know who's really interesting? YOU ARE. I'm writing this for me as a personal reminder and for you as your cheerleader. Perfect strangers don't know you; you have to introduce yourself! I'm not kidding — I thought of three things about myself that I think are really interesting (and relatable) and memorized them. If you really can't think of anything, call your best friend and ask him or her to tell you. I promise they'll have plenty to say.

Ask your friends to set you up. 

Seriously. I asked anyone with contacts in London to connect me, and it turns out I get along really well with the friend of a coworker's college roommate from ten years ago (that's a friend-of-a-friend's-friend if you're keeping score at home). This tactic also comes with a surprising amount of describing what you're wearing so that you can find each other the first time you meet. It's very You've Got Mail. Or borderline sexting, y'know, whichever.

Ask for those digits.

Get a phone number, connect on Facebook, or get their email address (I don't hesitate to add that I'm shamelessly looking for friends). Then...

Reach out!

For whatever reason, at some point in my life I got really self-conscious about texting too much or too soon. I felt very needy, and like I was imposing on someone's life. Well guess what? I AM NEEDY AND DAMN RIGHT I'M PUSHING MY FRIENDSHIP ON YOU. After the first few texts, I got over it because guess what again — if you hit it off well enough that you have someone's contact info, that won't change based on the timing of your message. Pro tip: ask for concrete plans:
  • GOOD: "Great to meet you! Are you free to [do activity] on [day]?"
  • NOT SO GOOD: "Great to meet you! Would love to [do activity] sometime!"
And finally...

Sign up for online friend-ing.

The best difference between dating and making friends is you don't have to limit yourself to just one friend. You can do everything above while also meeting people online. I'm a Meetup-evangelist (Meetupvelist?) but Facebook has groups, and Google knows everything. I met a woman last night who started searching for German conversation groups and wound up creating her own Historic Pub group. The point is, the internet has a place for every interest, and those interests are materializing into real people doing real things, together. It's pretty great!

Did these ideas strike a chord? Am I overlooking something huge? Say so in the comments! 

Monday, July 27

Good Good-Byes and Sad Good-Byes

The Good Good-Byes:
  • Futon left our place to begin its cross-country trip to my friend Cammie in Baltimore
  • Bedside table #1 moved to Midtown with a coworker
  • All our plates/dishes, plus some extra bakeware left with Britton's brother
  • Flour and sugar disappeared into chocolate chip cookies
There used to be a futon along that brick wall.
Texting a pic to my sister of what's left unclaimed of our pots and pans.
That extra flour and sugar won't bake itself into cookies!
The Sad Good-Byes:
  • My brave friend Bo, who is preparing for Big Life Things
  • My energetic niece and nephews, who are already primed for FaceTiming
  • My brother and sister-in-law, who have been so supportive through everything!
Only a few tears, and only a few more while thinking about the first wave of tears. But some of the tears were happy because I have such perfect people in my life, and we made some really fun memories today. It's pretty wild to realize that the "real" good-byes have already started.