The past is the past

Last night I realized something. Although I love my friends from home, there is just something that separates us. I decided to go to the Pub last night so that I could visit with friends that I hardly see. That's the problem, I think. During the school year, I don't ever come home. I may come home for a weekend during the semester and during breaks, but I am usually too busy to get together with them. It is partly my fault, but we hardly talk anymore. It's not that I don't want to, but they seem to do their thing while I am off doing mine. I feel so distant from their lives.

It was a good time though. Rob picked me up and we got to the Pub around 10 or so. Got some free drinks ;-) and did some dancing with my girls. Someone had the bright idea to go to a friend's apartment that is like 45 minutes away. Yeahhh. So a few of us ended up in Franklin. That was an interesting time. Something way bazaar happened, but it is way too awkward to write in this blog. I don't even want to think about it. haha But anyway, I didn't even get home until 4 today because we stayed up/slept in late. They asked if I was going to do it again tonight and I told them sure. But I decided today that I just don't really feel like going. I'm not sure if I fit into this scene. Although I grew up there, I don't think small town life is for me.