Tara left about 30 minutes ago, and I think I already miss her. It made me think want to listen to jawbreaker -ache, “these days the people I love are spread so far apart” for the millionth time. Global community is all good with me, but I think we have a tendency to forget about the downside of it. There are people dotted across the planet (some of whom I’ve met in real life, and some of whom I haven’t) that I would count among my best friends and kill to actually get to hang out and grab a coffee with.
This isn’t yet another I hate England lament, nor is it a sleight on my English friends, for even if I did somehow figure out a way to live in the US I’d miss half of them like crazy.
It’s just been on my mind recently, what with my best friend having to move back to the US at the end of August and just how fucking difficult it is to spend time with your friends as you get older and all have separate lives and careers and families. I consider my friends my family, always have, and not getting to see them as regularly as I’d like kills me.
Anyway, I didn’t want to get miserable about it, I was just thinkin’… I’m gonna go and meet Jamie and Poke for coffee and pie at The Diner. Team Autumn is slightly melancholic. I’m going to NY in December anyways.