When I first came to the UK eleven years ago, I didn't know more than a handful of people. I started life in Glasgow, then the West Midlands, and finally settled in Edinburgh. I picked up some friends along the way but most were through my then-partner and I didn't class them as my friends, they were ours. And after we split up, I found out they were his.
But by then I had graduated university and was into my first job. Finally, independence. Something that was just mine. And I made friends.
I changed companies, a friend changed with me, and we worked together for five years. She has the illustrious distinction of being my first true friend in the UK. She saw me through the best of times, and the so-awful-this-can't-even-be-happening worst of times. We've laughed til we cried and cried til we laughed, a thousand times over.
We don't see each other as much as I'd like but I was ecstatic to hear that she was pregnant, and then again to hear he was safely delivered. And tomorrow we're going to meet him. I wanted to make him something really special.
My first quilt, for my first friend.