My friends are getting married, having kids, moving places, doing things - big things... Big life-changing things. My best friends are thousands of miles away, and though I desperately wish I could be there to celebrate these great things with them, I can't. I'm here, and they are there. Lots of miles between us. Some days it doesn't phase me too much. These are the paths our lives have taken, and it's not really anyone's fault (as if there were some sort of "fault" in our paths - there isn't). We're doing our life things. We're pursuing our goals. We're moving forward.

But some days I feel really bummed out. I feel selfish for choosing to so hastily move to a foreign place so far from home. I'm missing out on my friends' lives. I'm sorry guys. Please know that you're in my thoughts every day, and I miss you all terribly.

I guess that's all I have to say. I miss my friends...