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I've ditched everything and moved 1500 miles away from my home. Part of my decision to move was for a job and the other part was to get away from some bad juju with friends. Over the years I have lost friends to drugs and suicide and I ultimately had a falling out with my best friend. Major friction ensued and I lived like a hermit and went to school. Half of my friends turned out okay and the other half are either drug casualties, drunks, or unable to function in society--so I got out.
Since moving I have actually made ammends with my best friend and everything is cool for the most part. The bad thing is that I also left somebody behind. She was supposed to move with me when she got her shit together, but it never happened. Now she's dating somebody. We hang out when I go back, but it's a little unbearable.
The move was cool, but now I wish I was back home, but it doesn't seem like it's in the cards for numerous reasons. I'm kind of an introvert so I haven't made any friends like I have back home.
It's been kind of a mixed bag for me.
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