The only bad thing about a good weekend is that it makes me miss Tuscaloosa.
Maybe that’s silly, since Friday night I hung out with people that I mostly know from Tallahassee, and we were in Birmingham. (But three of them live in Tuscaloosa, and until next week, one of them lives pretty close to T-town.)
Both Friday and Saturday were spent with friends, though, and that’s something I miss out on with all the moving around I’ve done lately. The two hours I spend commuting each day limit the time I have for socializing, and though it’s worth it to be back in Birmingham, it still takes its toll.
I guess I’m missing something that doesn’t exactly exist anymore — having most of my friends in one city, a roommate to go home to at night and random dog walks. I’ll never have most of my friends in one place ever, ever again (except maybe if/when I get married), and the former roommate I spent yesterday with is getting married in several months. (And well, I don’t have a dog, but I’m really good at borrowing them.)
It’s kind of silly for a good weekend to leave me sort of melancholy (nostalgic, really). But at least I’ll have plenty of thoughts to keep me busy on my drive to Georgia this afternoon.
you’ll eventually make more friends in the city you’re at, so you won’t be lamenting so much. sad but true.