Learning how to be alone again is probably one of the most difficult things a person can do with themselves. In my dimly lit studio apartment in a giant state where I’ve yet to make friends, I shudder at each laugh my neighbors share with their friends who come see them occasionally. It’s been a trying couple of months. Possibly the most tumultuous months of my twenty-five years on earth. I find small comfort in reminding myself... I left the east coast and everything I’ve ever known to change my self as well as my life. I’m winging it really. That knowing usually eases my homesickness.. but nothing... and I mean NOTHING can ever really send away my loneliness.