Home is where the heart is, and right now, home is on 5 different continents.
I spend days varying between thinking that this is a good thing, or that this is a bad thing.
Somedays, I think that no matter how many times friends leave, it never gets any better. Somedays, I think I'm a better person for it, and that at some level, I'm so used to it that anything can happen and I'll react a lot better to it than so many other people. Somedays, I think it makes me an emotional fucktard.