One of the hardest, deepest casualties of moving away from your close friends from your hometown is the speed and harshness with which you are forced to realize how they don’t feel so close to you anymore. Maybe it’s something about being in the same place when you’ve moved away and still remember everything how it was when you left. That’s actually probably it.
Anyways, it has been a bit of an emotional time lately having to come to grips with this on top of everything else going on. What hurts most is the way I’m the only one who seems to notice it.
I want to go home.