I've been moving my whole life. When I was an infant we were for many years waiting for the communists to build us an apartment. it took forever and was only ready by the time I was in kindergarden. I remember some things from those days somehow, mainly just vauge memories, but I do remember some friends and how different things were when we finally moved into the city (from the countryside/farms/etc.) and I went to a big school. It was a start from scratch, for me a brand new life.
I made a lot more friends at that school and at that (tiny) apartment, but we only lasted there about 4 years. The summer before I was supposed to start grade 4, we want on "vacation", and never came back. Turns out it was a grand plan by my parents to leave everything behind and to try to move to some country where English is spoken. Because English rules and communism sucks. That whole experience left on me a much bigger impact than the first move. It was unexpected, I didn't know about it until after we crossed the iron curtain and my parents were able to tell me what was going on. We left everything behind. All my friends and soo many family members, all over Poland. After that I wrote some postcards and letters to my friends in Poland but it was like a cord was cut and.. the keeping in touch didn't last very long, and I found myself in a strange new place where people spoke a weird language, and uhhh every kid in Poland knew that Germany was where the Nazis came from. Turns out German people can be really nice and hospitable and awesome, but nevertheless it took me a long time to learn German. We moved from immigration/refugee camp to camp every couple weeks, for the first year or so. No chance to make friends at all. Then after that we finally got a less temporary place to live, and I had to go to German school and learn German, and.. it took me a while to learn German. It's way different from Polish. I was a shy kid to begin with, so that did not help me make friends at all. I lived in a very sparesely populated rural-ish part of the country, so not many Polish people either. I suspect if we had ended up in a big city, it would have been easier for me to meet Polish kids. Anyway, after a year and a half of that I could understand German more or less, and sort of speak a basic and broken form of it. So I made some German friends. We couldn't communicate great, but my best German friend (grades 5-6) had a crapload of legos, so we got along just fine.
A couple years later, once I got used to all these people and the new setting, it was time to fly to Canada. I started in grade 7 in Canada and could only communicate to the Polish kids. Nobody spoke German, unfortunately, and I only knew English at a "I can say some verbs" level. I was in ESL in grades 7 and 8, and even a part of 9. In grade 7 I had no idea what the hell was going on. When a hot lunch showed up one day, the first hot lunch I ever saw, this Polish kid in class told me that the pizza was free, so me and this Portugese guy dug in and ate a bunch of slices. The Portugese guy showed in Canada at right around the time I did, and we both ended up sitting beside each other in ESL class. We couldn't understand anything anyone was saying in English, and he undrestood 0 Polish and I uderstood 0 Portugese. But we sort of became best friends, and so we just went to town and devoured a whole bunch of that pizza while the teacher was out of class. I half suspected somethign was not quite right, but whatever, I don't speak any English, and the pizza smelled great. The Portugese guy even packed away like a half of pizza, and put it all in his bag to I assume bring back to his family.
So in Canada it was easier to make friends, because there are a lot of Polish kids here, or where I lived at least. Plus if you know German, English is a lot easier to learn. I learned English 3 times faster than what it took me to learn German. I made a bunch of friends, including this guy Mike Howard, who was your typical Canadian kid. Damn, I wonder what he's up too. At that point in life I was already so used to just eventually moving on. You didn't form long bonds with people, because it was all a waste of time anyway. But life goes on, so you meet people anyway, and spend time with them, and so on. For university I moved to a town 100km away, and basically kept in touch with nobody from highschool except 4-5 peopple. Most of the people I was keeping in touch with I had met on BBS', ANSI art groups, the internet, etc. Digital friends were so.. transient and migratory, I guess that's why it might have seemed easier to make friends with people like that, as they seemed to be able to relate to my own lifestyle a bit better maybe.
Since all that I had to at one point kick my best friend from Germany out of my apartment (here in Canada). He's a Polish guy, his family moved to Germany to a village close to the village we were staying in. A year and a half after we escaped through the curtain, his family basically joined us, nearby, and so we would all hang out all the time. My family even knew his family back in Poland, so the bond was that much stronger. Me and him were best friends, we both got our first computers together (atari 800xl), we'd go on biking adventures, etc. It was for the most part a big blast. They moved to Canada too, and we both actually went to the same high school. And then the same university, where we were roommates. Then one day he announced that he was broke, quit school, and moved to vancouver. I was left alone and eventually found another roommate for the next term. Maybe 6 years later he visits town, we go out for drinks, and after we get back to my apartment he is insulting me, my family, my friends, even the programming language I use at work. It was really weird. I had no idea where all that was coming from, but eventually it just got to be too much, so I asked him to leave. He started writing all these cryptical emails to me as soon as he got home, said lots of nasty stuff, started cc'ing my friends and calling them all names too, eventually .. well to make a long story short one of the emails he forwarded was a forward of an email from his girlfriend, which he was using to show off how awesome and amazing he is and how pathetic me and my friend mario are. Mario by the way read the email and was all "WTH is going on". Obvoiusly. This was all just insane. So anyway I cc'd the guy's gf and replied and said all sorts of nasty stuff back. Up until that point I did not respond to the emails and just ignored them, so this came out of nowhere from me, I just blasted all this !@#@$! at the guy, told his girlfriend what I think of the situation, and supposedly that almost broke them up. I didn't hear from the guy again until 5 years ago when I got a cryptic threatening email with just a subject line and one sentence in the email body. That was maybe 8 years ago now, so since then nothing exciting has happened. But yeah, my ex-best friend went crazy. I hope he gets help and gets better and gets his life back on track (he ended up getting arrested, threatened to kill some guy, resisted arrest, etc.) but I haven't heard anything in such a long time, I don't really know what's up. Turns out that his whole family was getting emails from him for a while where he'd insult all of them. So one day they asked me if I heard anything, and at that point I hadn't.. but we got talking a bit.. and yeah, we aren't sure what's up with him, but supposedly he saw a specialist at some point and so.. who knows where he's at, but maybe he's improving. But either way, that's not something I need in my life, and I didn't necessarily cut him out, but I put an end to his BS and that's essentially what the consequence ended up being. My life improved as a result and this was the way to go, but I do still sometimes think back fondly to the bike adventures we had in Germany, when we both started programming on our computers, sharing code, games, first computer experiences, first LEGO experiences.. those days were the best. but ah well, the present is much different, and sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.
I find it's important to surround yourself with positive people and cut out the negative. Sometimes you can't do that, but you can minimize how much time you spend with people, and how you divide up your time overall. If you have to cut someone out though, that's fine, as far as we know you only live once, might as well share those precious moments we have with people who are a positive influence on us and not a negative one.