Two things I miss.

I miss my roommate. I miss coming home and just having her around once in a while, that person who knew the ins-and-outs of my thought process, my family, and the names I mention. Its not that we needed to be inseperable, but at least it felt like someone walked at least bits of my journey with me. Instead now it seems I am always alone when I think, when I eat, when I comfy-up on the couch. I miss her. I miss just grabbing our blankets and watching dumb TV shows just because we could, together...

I miss my friends on phone calls. I miss the fact that they are married or busy or interested in other things, and that I am too. I miss that I don't have hours to call them, nor they me, but there is still something in my heart that feels this intense void of that constant friendship and our phonecalls past state lines.