Making new friends in your 30s

Why it’s so hard and how to do it better

Hello you!

Do you remember your first friend? Emma was mine. She was my world. Four years older than me, I looked up to her like a big sister. She could do no wrong in my eyes and I wanted to spend all my free time with her. We knew everything about one another. Hours would pass in what felt like minutes on the phone. I’d have to call back before sixty m…