It's been a month.

Since I last wrote to this webbed world of words.

Today's topic is not the happiest, but apparently, isn't either the worst.

It is: Losing Friends

I won't go into details. In fact, the details are far less interesting than the larger theme. The details are mundane, they are boring, and they are brutally common. They are business, busy-ness, apathy, sadness, replacement, daily life, and many millions of other moments that conspire against the fixity of friendship.

I am particularly faced with this problem now that Graduate School seems to ask more of me. It asks me to read books all the time. It asks me to accept a never ending and always accumulating work load upon which my livelihood increasingly depends.

I have lived in my hometown, a vital and exciting place, for nearly six years and have met many wonderful people and engaged many wonderful projects. Many of these people and processes still abide in my daily environment. They have consistently produced joy and satisfaction for me and I love them.

Normally, if I were to severely alter or sever altogether my connection to them, it would be in relocation to another home, another place, another world, and sometimes even another language.

This time, I must remain in close proximity to my beloved social networks as I step away from them. This is nominally because of school work and the need to focus, work hard, and produce.

I don't like it. I am told it is normal and okay.

I still don't like it.