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Chantal is back in town, and while it's great to see her, my joy is tempered with sadness: she's thinking of moving to San Diego after she graduates, which will be in the spring.

It's strange that I didn't notice how limited my social life had become since I moved back-- I really don't see or talk to anyone save two or three people. I could see other people, of course, but most of them are people from high school whose company I've pretty much outgrown, and my time would really be better spent reading a good book than hanging out with them.

I do still have other good friends, but they're all dispersed across the country, and seeing them on a regular basis is problematic at best. I don't want to see people just for the sake of socializing itself, but I miss the people I genuinely care about when they aren't here. I just didn't realize how much until they came back... not enough distractions around now, I guess; sometimes, stability can be a curse. It only makes it even more important that I enjoy the time I have with my close friends while they and I are in the same place.

Nobody could seriously describe me as a social butterfly; I'm not one of those people who makes friends for friendship's own sake. If I consider someone a friend, it means they've distinguished themselves in a way few humans ever manage, and that makes that person very important to me.

So: the quest for true equilibrium continues.
teiresias: (akaten)
Chantal is back in town, and while it's great to see her, my joy is tempered with sadness: she's thinking of moving to San Diego after she graduates, which will be in the spring.

It's strange that I didn't notice how limited my social life had become since I moved back-- I really don't see or talk to anyone save two or three people. I could see other people, of course, but most of them are people from high school whose company I've pretty much outgrown, and my time would really be better spent reading a good book than hanging out with them.

I do still have other good friends, but they're all dispersed across the country, and seeing them on a regular basis is problematic at best. I don't want to see people just for the sake of socializing itself, but I miss the people I genuinely care about when they aren't here. I just didn't realize how much until they came back... not enough distractions around now, I guess; sometimes, stability can be a curse. It only makes it even more important that I enjoy the time I have with my close friends while they and I are in the same place.

Nobody could seriously describe me as a social butterfly; I'm not one of those people who makes friends for friendship's own sake. If I consider someone a friend, it means they've distinguished themselves in a way few humans ever manage, and that makes that person very important to me.

So: the quest for true equilibrium continues.
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[livejournal.com profile] cherrysher is back at the airport, shortly to begin her transcontinental flight back to NYC. While the weirdness of the visit (I blame Eugene! Or, like, the planets or something, because dude) strained our psyches near to the breaking point, I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have shared it with. If nothing else, the past 7 days have given me some hope that we are not destined to be forever estranged by geographical or meteorological concerns.

As far as this continent goes, I don't think I could be physically happy anywhere but in the little belt of heaven that stretches from San Francisco to Vancouver, B.C.; I find our completely non-humid summers here hard enough to bear, and after living in NY for one year straight I can't imagine willingly subjecting myself to that kind of hell ever again... except that I've realized that being apart from the important people is a different kind of hell, and, I think, a worse one.

I have a great deal of important people here, of course, and it's probably a vain hope that all of my people will ever make it to one place and stay there. I'll do whatever I can to make it happen, though.

As [livejournal.com profile] queueball said last night: "when you're fucked, you move to Seattle."

Amen.

And for my final thought... "October: The Month In Which Shit Goes Down."

I swear.
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[livejournal.com profile] cherrysher is back at the airport, shortly to begin her transcontinental flight back to NYC. While the weirdness of the visit (I blame Eugene! Or, like, the planets or something, because dude) strained our psyches near to the breaking point, I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have shared it with. If nothing else, the past 7 days have given me some hope that we are not destined to be forever estranged by geographical or meteorological concerns.

As far as this continent goes, I don't think I could be physically happy anywhere but in the little belt of heaven that stretches from San Francisco to Vancouver, B.C.; I find our completely non-humid summers here hard enough to bear, and after living in NY for one year straight I can't imagine willingly subjecting myself to that kind of hell ever again... except that I've realized that being apart from the important people is a different kind of hell, and, I think, a worse one.

I have a great deal of important people here, of course, and it's probably a vain hope that all of my people will ever make it to one place and stay there. I'll do whatever I can to make it happen, though.

As [livejournal.com profile] queueball said last night: "when you're fucked, you move to Seattle."

Amen.

And for my final thought... "October: The Month In Which Shit Goes Down."

I swear.

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