I hope you didn’t expect me to stop at just one.
#2 – girlfriends are everything.
When shit-hit-the-fan, I didn’t feel like I had any support network here in London. All my best girl friends were back home – literally on the other side of the planet.
The closest friends I had here were mutual friends. I never felt like they were *my* friends. I couldn’t ‘spill all’ to them and expect them to keep that to themselves, that wouldn’t be fair (though, to their credit, I’m sure they would’ve said all the right things).
In my first few weeks of being single, I invested all of my free time into calls with the girls back home, and in building those strong female relationships here in London. Without a doubt, this has been the best use of my time here in London. I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world.
There is nothing more empowering than women supporting women.
It’s not something I’d ever really seen or experienced before, but I’m a believer now. And it’s spilled out into every aspect of my life. Beyond personal relationships, and into my work ones. My dealings with strangers. How I approach supporting anyone, no matter what ‘junk’ they’ve got in their trousers*.
* Bonus thing-I’ve-learned; at home I would say pants. Pants on the outside. Underpants on the inside (funnily enough, under the pants). In the UK, if you mean pants you have to say trousers. Pants here mean underpants. Knickers. And people aren’t great about considering comments about pants in context. This makes for awkward elevator chat – especially when asking ones boss if it would be appropriate to wear ones new bright red pants in the office.