It’s been a while since I’ve written, and for that I apologize. I do actually have a post or two partly written on this machine, which I will post and finish at some point. I promise.

I was doing my normal after-work thing and watching a little television. In the show I was working, one guy decides to pass up what he saw as an opportunity of a lifetime, in order to stick around and to be with his friends. It made me think about my station in life.

It would be completely untrue to say that I do not have friends. It couldn’t be farther from the truth. I do have a very close, important core group of friends, whom I could not imagine my life without. They’re a great group of people, who share similar interests and activities. However, they are located back out east.

I have a core group of friends back in NY, whom I knew when I used to live there. For the most part, they are all still there, for the most part intact, with myself the lone individual living elsewhere. When I talk to them, they tell me stories of things they’ve done, places they’ve been, and it makes me miss all of that. It was great while I was home. It was like old time again; I felt like part of the gang again. It was sad leaving, because I know that I probably wouldn’t see them again for another six months.

I had a core group of friends back at CMU. They were the best bunch of people who I had ever made acquaintances with. They made what should have been a hellacious experience much more tolerable and even enjoyable. To them, I owe my sanity. This little cadre is scattered across the country, from Stamford to Seattle. It was great seeing all of them last year in Pittsburgh for Dave’s wedding. I miss those guys.

But out here, I have yet found my niche. I thought I had found a good group of people, but I things became strange. I spend some time with a group of fellow CMU’ers, but I don’t feel like I am part of their little group. They’re a tight church-driven group, but since I do not share their beliefs, there is a missing commonality.

Sometimes I wonder when I’ll find my little group out here. But I don’t despair. Everything has its way of working out.