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To all my busy friends, show up in my life too- it matters


I would run cartwheels right where I stood if you showed up at my doorstep, if you suddenly sat in the audience during my Indian dance or Improv theater performance. 

I would remember it forever if you showed up at the airport to say goodbye for now or welcome back, 

I would love for you to ask me where in the world I am at. 

I would love for you to reach out to me and ask us to read the same book simultaneously and then meet over coffee to share our thoughts, It does not take much time out of your schedule or much effort of sorts, just a suggestion, a thought. 

I would love to go out for a joint run or jog, maybe for once right here in my hood- you could use my studio apartments little one person shower, 

My home, my little wonderful life- You know you are welcome here too. 

Meet me in my life, see where I live and what I do, it might not be marriage and children, or a big suburban house with a yard, but it is me, your friend- still hanging on at the other end. 

Someone who shows up, hours on buses- 1 hour at yours, mostly seeing what your life choices have brought. Do not get be wrong, I am happy for all the celebrations that came along, you are worth them all <3

But I wish that true friendship, even with different paths, could hold on (and make time) just a little more, with a glimpse of support and curiosity for the life I chose (or currently try to roll with to the best of my abilities, and assure..). My life and its milestones (even though different in shape and form) are worth so much to me, and I hope you find the time to see that one day- that you want to be there to congratulate me too, to see me smile, grateful, happy and all over the moon.  

It has been 4,5 years since I have been back from living abroad and on one hand I can count the knocks on my door. It is busy, "life"(- you know ?), and I understand, Partly I moved back here so that I could see you and your lives more often, not miss more of the big ones, lifes rhythm and beat- lend you a hand where I can and where you need.  

But dear busy friend(s), show up in my life too, it matters- just as those milestones matters to you. 



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