An-Archy in the UK: The language of friendship is not words but meanings.

This post is about to get all the awkward. You see, a lot of people from York also read my blog, it's not just a thing for you people in the states I guess.
Anyway I want to have a little shout out to my friends. My support system.

I love my friends at home and how supportive they have been for me. Although I've lost touch with some people who are important to me I accept that it's not always easy to deal with distance and 5 hour time differences. However, most of them have been there for me though the distance and are somehow able to make me laugh and lift my spirits from afar. Even at my lowest breaking point that I had last year, I had amazing friends who were able to reach across and ocean and say exactly the right things. At the time I didn't want to hear them and I lashed out a little but they knew what was good for me. As they always do. Unexpectedly, I've actually reconnected with some people though the distance. This is due to the fact that they sleep weird hours and that matched with when I'm awake.
So I'm impressed with you guys and putting up with me because let's be honest when we do find time to talk I'm complaining about something. So bonus points for putting up with my depressing self. NOW VISIT ME!

I love the invention of smart phones, skype, facebook messaging, and snapchat. It makes you all seem not so far away.

I also love the amazing friends I've made in the short time I've been here at York. We have known each other for 5 months and we are already like a family. We look out for each other. We make fun of each other. We annoy the crap out of each other. We distract each other and we do really silly things. I love my friends here because after just 2 months of knowing me I had the metaphorical rug pulled out from under me and it threw me off balance. I was an absolute mess and very alone feeling. But they were there for me. They sat with me while I cried, they listened to me (even months later) as I talked and worked though my shit. They bought me flowers, because in the month of being here every time I walked past the flower shop I said "I want flowers for my room" but never bought any, they knew it's would help.
I love that I can walk into any of their rooms and go "GRAD SCHOOL IS HAAAAARD" and they will go "I KNOW!" and we will complain together of a little while and then get right back to it. I love that I know at around 5:00 every night craziness will happen in the kitchen as we try and figure out how to cook whatever we have in the fridge and then someone will make something that looks really good looking and we will all be super jealous and pick on them for awhile while half of us eat pasta or stir fry for the 3rd time that week.

Although, I love the friends I've made and the friends who have stuck by me. I am sad I've lost touch with some people in my life. So guys if you are reading this and it's my bad I'm sorry. I try.

So this is just a shout out to my friends Here in York and back in the States. Thank You for being there for me and keep it up cuz I haven't even started my dissertation yet.

Also if my two worlds ever collide and you all meet each other I'm pretty sure the world will end from being too awesome.