Not sure of anything

My misery in London was bound to abate when I reached Toronto, right?

Well, no.

I've been here just over two weeks, and the novelty factor is fading rather quick. I'm almost longing to get back to my (relatively) friendless, meagre existence.

They say you can never go home, and although I smacked that idea on the head this week by travelling back to Sarnia, I do believe, that in another sense, that sentiment is correct. All my mates are growing up, getting married and having families, and I guess that leaves a lot less time for "hanging out".

Take tonight, my mate M invited me to a dinner for his wife C and we ate at this overpriced restaurant (you just keep telling yourself you're there for the company, not the fleecing).

The whole thing ended at around 10.

In the usual world, we would have reconvened at another venue to continue the festivities. Instead, as C is preggers, M and her went home, and the others also dispersed, leaving me with a mixed bag of emotions heading home.

None of these emotions were anger, mind you. I just felt that a piece of history, or whathaveyou died there, as I realised that now with my mates, it's going to be family and wives that come first ALWAYS.