Living at home is free except for all the costs. All the things in your life you get used to having are now gone. Merely a distant memory of an over active imagination.

I'm starting to feel disconnected, missing the intimate details of everyone's lives. I no longer hear the inane anecdotes I would have the pleasure of if I were around to partake. It's no one's fault. These things just happen. If we could remain close with everyone in that way we would. There wouldn't be a need for reunions and other excuses to catch up and relive memories past. But we can't, so relationships adapt. I just haven't figured it out yet. I've never been good at communications that span great distances. Just ask the people that bob around in my wake.