One big thing about moving out here to Chicago has been the distance. The distance between my friends, my family, my hometown. And I have been working to get over it. Some days are worse than others, like much, much worse. Like when I find that every time I call my friends back home they just bug me for whatever reason.
People change, and it takes some adjusting.
Not that I have given up on my friends at home, because I have definitely not. It just takes a bit of work to find the place that they fit into your life again. Because when you are so far away, it is a different place for sure. Even the people closest to you that are your best friends. Things change, and I have found that unless I want to give myself an ulcer missing people and wishing I could be with them, I need to emotionally pull out of some relationships and take what I have, rather than pine for what I can t have.