So it sort of hit me (and Sam) this weekend. We miss the little things from up north. This really became apparent when I came home from work on Thursday and Sam was watching the football game with his ex-roommate via webcam. Yes, they were watching the game separately, but enjoying the shared experience via iSight. A little odd, I will grant you, but I can understand the sentiment. We have always maintained separate lives to a certain degree, something we both think is important in a relationship, but lately it has just been us two. All. The. Time.
I miss not having a workout buddy on Tuesday and Thursday. I miss not having girlfriends to spend the evening sharing a bottle of wine (or three) and dinner chatting about the everyday things. I miss not having my friend in the city always ready and willing to go out have a few drinks at the corner bar (provided, of course, I was his wing-man). I miss not having a bridge group I knew would never get mad at me for a stupid mistake and I miss casually shooting the s**t with my friend from another department at work. I miss my friends and little things that make my life uniquely mine.
Since arriving down south, I have been grateful for other little things. Meeting my sister for lunch, going to my parents house for Sunday brunch, getting to attend birthday parties for both my nephews. But I am greedy. I want it all and I am a little sad I don't get it.
Aw, shucks, Dr. Caolionn. We miss you too.
Posted by: your friend | September 12, 2005 at 12:20 AM
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Posted by: Claire.bertiaux | September 12, 2005 at 05:20 AM
I think it's a normal part of moving: it takes time to rebuild those social networks. (And sadly, I think, it takes longer as you get older.) And then, just when you feel like you're settled in and have a good network of friends and acquaintances, whoops, postdoc's over, time to move on. That is just a *&&^#$ shame.
Bitter? Who, me? No, not at all - I've only moved twice in the last two years, and will move again next year to an as-yet unknown location, but I'm not bitter about being a postdoc. Nooooo.
Posted by: SC | September 14, 2005 at 02:53 PM
SC: It is times like these that I wish I were religious. The ready-made community at your finger tips. I think that would make the process much smoother, but then you would have to actually go to church. Not really a fair exchange. But I defer to your situation. Thankfully, I won't be moving again anytime soon, at least, I better not.
Posted by: Caolionn | September 16, 2005 at 11:01 AM