Last weekend I took the train down to London to visit one of my really good friends who has recently moved there. I got the tube to Notting Hill and we decided to head over to the ever so trendy Farm Girl for some brunch. 

I love it in Farm Girl, even if it is a little cliché and a bit of a #basicbitch option… The coffee and food menu is a bloggers dream and once we were seated I was so excited to pick out what I was going to order. I opted for the Butterfly Latte and an Acai bowl topped with granola. It’s safe to say that this was the perfect pick and I couldn’t have been happier with my choice.

We spent ages in there chatting over our huge bowls of granola-y goodness and it was so nice to spend some good quality time together, laughing and joking about silly things and having a good ol’ fashioned catch-up. We spent the remainder of the day exploring Notting Hill, walking through Kensington gardens and we took at pit stop at Wholefoods, before it was time for me to get my train home again. 

I had such a lovely, relaxed and chilled out day and it got me thinking about friends and friendship and the difficulties we face as we get older in terms of having friends. 

When I was at school I had tones of friends. I seemed to get on with the majority of people and I was never stuck for something to do with someone. Skip forward to University and you make a tone of new friends. Or at least you meet a tone of new people, weather or not you remain ‘friends’ is another question. Moving on into the working world and you become friends with you colleges and the people that you work with. 

What I have come to realise however, is that in each stage of your life, you make friends, but when you move on, they don’t always come along with you. Before, I always had this sense of guilt, that I should make an effort with so and so, or I haven’t spoke to what’s his face for ages. But as I’ve got older, I’ve realised that there is a natural progression in life and the people that you were friends with during x y & z, do not have to remain your friends for life. And if they don’t, don’t worry too much about it! 

I worried that I didn’t have enough ‘friends’ and that I would maybe be considered to some a bit of a loner. Because my Insta-stories and Snapchats aren’t filled with crazy nights out, or university reunions, I felt that I was maybe a bad friend to people that I used to know. But meeting up with my friend last weekend made me appreciate the friendship that we have, and I realised that it doesn’t matter that I only have a handful of friends, because they are all true friendships that I love. 

I think that there is a bit of stigma that you need to have a group of friends that you see every day or that you are in constant contact with. When the reality for me is that four of my closest friends live in London, and two live up in Scotland. We don’t have a constant stream of contact but I know that if I were to see them tomorrow, it would feel as though no time had past between the last time we saw each other. 

Life as an adult is so hard. We have so many things to think about on a daily, weekly, monthly basis, that we shouldn’t put pressure on ourselves worrying about whether we are being a good friend or not. I strongly believe that if you have true friendships it doesn’t matter if a train ride across the country once in a blue moon is the only time you get to spend together. As long as the time you spend together is real and genuine, your friendship will reflect this too.

What are your thoughts about friendships in adulthood? 


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