I miss my friends back home.
Although, I did lunch with Paul last week. I think we’re planning on doing that more often, since his school is so close to MOMA.
And I ought to be seeing Guevarra tomorrow at MOMA. I also finally get to meet his girlfriend.
I still miss my friends back home. The ease of those friendships.
Sure, we gossip, but eventually we talk about so many other things.
I miss the flow.