As the New Year slowly and painfully approaches, it has dawned on me that the worse thing about this time of the year is not just being dumped by the guy I thought was 'the one' but not having all my family around for Christmas nor having a network of friends -shoulders to cry on, to make New Years Eve plans with, to drink, go out, be merry and all that other stuff that I keep hearing people talk about in the Underground.
The irony is, I left my friends (whom I've come to cherish dearly) back home in Sydney in the hope that adventures and a change of career in another country will lead to making new friends -ones I can relate to, who enjoy the same interests, who will be there for me no matter what. And I guess for a number of reasons, that hasn't happened. They've either moved on abroad, gotten hitched, prefer other social circles, have other commitments.
It's become quite sad that the only people who see me on a weekly basis other than my work colleagues are the guys at the local Blockbuster and my older sister, whom I live with.
And I hear you asking, 'Have you tried joining an interest group to meet people?'
Yes. Language course, sports team, gym, talking to people in the elevator of our apartment building...
Perhaps, I haven't tried hard enough? Agreed.
Okay, so 2011 is going to see me put myself out -to make as many friends as I can, in whatever way it takes...and see them regularly -in a sense, to get myself a friggin life.

If you're out there, somewhere in London and you're reading this, would you...be my friend?