I made many new friends in the last month. Which is a bit of an achievement. Especially given my somewhat lazy and anti-social nature. And as one gets older, there seem less and less opportunities to make new friends.
Surprisingly, I found myself enjoying the process of getting to know people. I like listening to the narratives of people’s lives. I like to tell stories about my life. And before I know it, friendships have formed.
It had been a good month in the hostel. We shared lots of laughter together. We shared lots of frustration together. We kept our doors opened for one another.
I miss the New Moon.