The world ways heavy on my shoulders. All the pieces can be perfectly placed, and still the world weighs heavy; weighs-less sometimes, but sometimes the weight is more than can be upheld, more than I can carry alone. A weight to be carried alone or at least it feels this way; friends and family are what I have… just not in my geographic proximity. How lonesome life can be, how the pain can build even in the face of the pieces placed correct; even in the face of objective flourishment. I yearn to be understood, I yearn to be appreciated: I want to feel connected.

It takes time to develop a social network, especially in a new city. I cannot rely on others to feel whole and fulfilled… I must learn to fish for myself.

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