This month marks the first year that we have moved to the south. Along with this change comes the ultimate sacrifice, being away from my peers. I miss my friends. I miss cooking for them every now and then. All the sudden calls for a dinner night, or a movie. I miss going out and hanging out with them.

UP Barkada on my wedding day

These dudes and dudettes are my first friends in college. They helped me cope up with the shocking culture change, helped me appreciate myself more, taught me how to love and be loved.

We were never the tight knitted type of friends, but every once in a while when there is a chance, we meet. This once in a while meet up became more scarce when we moved to the south. Where we can no longer just be available on a thursday night, or can we invite them for a friday dinner.

My inner circle

These dudettes consists of my closests friends. I miss them the most. Before, they are literally just a doorstep away. We spent the rest of the college years together since we are all Physics majors, two of them is taking their Phd’s and one successfully finished her dissertation just recently.

These are the people I am most comfortable with.

I miss my friends.

I miss forcing them to come to our house and have a look at my latest creations and choke a comment or two.

If they were just nearby, they could have seen how I literally struggle to finish the dress I am crocheting for over three weeks now.

Current Progress

Struggling to finish this because, I chose the skirt to be blooming as the length goes longer. And currently it’s more than two feet in diameter. The dress actually looks like a blouse now with it’s current length:

Dress or Blouse?

If they were just nearby, they would urge me to finish this, though most will just shrug in amusement. And I can even hear another say, she will borrow it as soon as I finish it.

I miss my friends. I hope they can visit me anytime soon.