{"id":28,"date":"2022-07-01T07:05:00","date_gmt":"2022-07-01T07:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sincerelyaashi.com\/index.php\/2022\/07\/01\/one-weird-conversation-at-a-time\/"},"modified":"2026-01-18T17:02:14","modified_gmt":"2026-01-18T22:02:14","slug":"one-weird-conversation-at-a-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sincerelyaashi.com\/index.php\/2022\/07\/01\/one-weird-conversation-at-a-time\/","title":{"rendered":"where are all my Soul Sisters?"},"content":{"rendered":"

But let\u2019s be real, something<\/em> has changed. I\u2019m surrounded by new faces every day at university, yet my heart keeps drifting back to my high school friends. There’s this strange gravitational pull to the memories we made, those inside jokes, late-night talks, the comfort of people who just got me<\/em> without trying.<\/span><\/p>\n

When I first moved to Toronto, I had this dreamy vision: house parties, soul sisters, a cozy little circle of ride-or-dies. But here I am, 642 days later, yes, SIX HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWO <\/em>and that dream feels more like a distant echo than a reality. Sometimes I wonder if the universe is playing a cosmic joke on me.<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s not that I\u2019m antisocial. I do<\/em> have people to hang out with. But it\u2019s rare to find someone who sees my soul and still wants to stay. I crave more than group chats and story replies, I want shared excitement, unexpected phone calls, someone who knows the way I overthink everything. Friendship, to me, should feel like home. Not a notification.<\/span><\/p>\n

And honestly, the scariest question? \u201cWho would you call if something really went wrong?\u201d I hate that I don\u2019t have a clear answer. It\u2019s like a mini quarter-life crisis. Maybe it\u2019s me. I love my alone time, I avoid awkward meetups, and I have this weird habit of talking a lot<\/em> but disappearing when it\u2019s time to text back. I\u2019m like a human Red Bull in a world of decaf lattes. No wonder it doesn\u2019t click.<\/span><\/p>\n

I even dipped my toes into Bumble BFF, because, why not? There was this girl, and our messages were emoji-filled dreams. But in person? It was like watching a rom-com where the main characters have zero chemistry. Our vibe flatlined, ghosted by reality.<\/span><\/p>\n

Being 20 is a weird in-between. You\u2019re old enough to know who you are but still learning how to find your people<\/em>. Friendships come, go, and sometimes never quite land. It\u2019s exhausting and confusing and beautiful all at once.<\/span><\/p>\n

But let me remind you (and myself): we\u2019re not the only ones feeling this. No one\u2019s out here with a perfect group chat and zero loneliness. Most people are just really good at hiding it. So here\u2019s what I\u2019ve learned, go where your heart lights up. Whether that\u2019s a book club, a dance class, a volunteering gig, put yourself in rooms where your energy belongs. Don\u2019t shrink yourself to fit in.<\/span><\/p>\n

And please, don\u2019t be afraid to start again. I know it\u2019s scary to walk up to someone and say, \u201cHi, I\u2019m Aashi.\u201d But that\u2019s where it starts. Every deep connection once began with a random, maybe-awkward hello. So say it. Be curious. Share something. You might find your person or not. But either way, you\u2019ll find a piece of yourself.<\/span><\/p>\n

Making friends as an adult is hard<\/em>. School handed us friendships on a silver platter. Now we have to carve them out of chaos. It takes effort. And it takes heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

So don\u2019t be hard on yourself. Celebrate every time you try. Every time you say yes to coffee or show up when it\u2019s easier to stay in. That\u2019s progress.<\/span><\/p>\n

We\u2019re all stumbling through this together. You\u2019re not behind. You\u2019re not broken. You\u2019re just human and honestly, that\u2019s more than enough.<\/span><\/p>\n

We\u2019ve got this.<\/span><\/p>\n

With love,<\/span>
Aashi<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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