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When I was in high school, someone from the yearbook came up and asked me if I would still be friends with my high school friends when I leave. My response was something along the lines of "I'll probably only be friends with four or so people, because they're the only ones I'll make an effort to keep in touch with." But as it turns out, I rarely talk to anyone from home anymore. I didn't really realize it until Crystal decided she was going to go home for Richmond's birthday. I wanted to go with her, but then I realized, who do I have to go home to? I don't talk to anyone from San Clemente anymore. I'm that person that makes an appearance at parties once or twice a year and then disappears again. It's almost easier that way. Home just isn't home anymore. My home is here with these weirdos and our unlikely bond. I'm not sure if this is depressing or not.