Native people

In general, I'm going for 2 days on a business trip, I almost got my bag packed, I'm wasting my time searching for everything in the Internet, tea-drinking, postcross and watching a movie Nanny McPhee.
And even from the minute to the minute, my sister promised with pizza to come running to feed me before the road.
And she even spending me .. so strange. in all my trips I was escorted only once. And so ... you get to the destination point alone. something in this is there, a bag on your shoulder - and forward.
Sometimes it's so desirable. Someone was waiting and meet you.
I missed it.
And on the street there is such an ice that all the asphalt is covered with a crust of ice and people fall, get up and fall.
It would be funny if it did not hurt so much.
And yet ... I suddenly caught myself thinking that when you get older, it's harder get close to people. They're kind of next to you. But they are not with you.
So it was on driving. and at work.
We work together. we seem to spend so much time. but ... we do not trust each other. The Internet is the same. We do not like it when someone invades our life. But still we start blogging. We were hungry for communication.
But yesterday and today I suddenly clearly understood: to find in real life close to such people, except those that are now next to me - very difficult.
I like it when there are such people, who will bring pizza for you, they will come from the other end of the city to take you on the road. Or who can call and invite to tea, because you need somewhere to wait for the next train, and you will also be fed with ginger cookies and tell interesting stories. People with whom you can make a talk, play Frisbee, who remember your birthday and come to you with wine, food and gifts., Who paint pictures, give dolls, read their favorite excerpts from books, throw leaves and bring as a gift tea from trips to different countries.
And I do not know how much more you need to go through to let someone in just enough to live that way.