Home Away From Home

One should always love Friday night. But sometimes Friday nights can be beyond busy. Not only because sometimes we accelerate through our to do list towards the end of the list, but mostly because avoiding working weekends requires a discipline that frequently destroys Friday nights. It is not 20.52 and I hit Canada Water, only one station from my departure. Te audio version of the Economist is talking about how there is no way Greece can work and will have to leave the euro. I did not even have time to think about it the last 48 hours. Not that me thinking about it is going to make a huge difference in the world but it has been such a present theme in my every day that it is almost something missing though a relief. At 2054 in the tube you find all sorts of passengers. The banker on my left is clearly making a pass at the fellow colleague after they started about a vain conversation about commuting time. The couple on my left got in and brought with them a smell of parfume and they ar

Once I read a book that a good friend gave to me that is called there is no such thing as far away or distance. At the time, i had no idea I was ever going to be living away from home. She might have guessed but I clearly did not. I barely remember what the book says but I will always remember the title, and perhaps the key message: in friendship sometimes distance does not matter, and when it does, it can be surmounted The reason I thought of this today is that today is a good friend's birthday. She is not a childhood friend, but virtually an adulthood friend, if you can consider me an adult at the age of 22. We tend to think the best friendships are those from childhood, and I don't question their value or strength, but I also do not underestimate how any point in your life can bring you a great friend. S's bday is today and she is on the other side of the world of where she was last year, and also half a world a way from me. We have been virtually half a word apart for