How odd is it when you go back to where you've lived for nearly eight years and you're being introduced to your old friend's new friends? I've know these people for so much longer, but I have to feel like the outsider because I'm not around them as much any more. Or hosting old friends. I would imagine it's like leaving a space at the table for someone who's overseas. You know they're not going to show up, but not leaving a space for them is like cutting them off from your life. But when they do show up, you've not cooked enough food for the extra person, so they're still left out. That, or everyone has to make do with less than they anticipated.
I love visiting Chattanooga, but it is so obvious now that I'm no longer a part of that world. The friends I have there have their own lives and I'm not a part of it any more. Some of them aren't even friends with each other any more, though maybe some never really were to begin with.
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I know the feeling, when I go back home, JT and Michael aren't normally home and my friends from high school usually don't even know I'm home.
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