About 2 and a half years ago I broke up with my long-time boyfriend, I'm gay btw, of about 8 years. Its a really long story but suffice it to say I'm better off without him but I literally gave up a life's worth of belongings.

I was unemployed at the time and moved in with my mother and stayed with her while I got a new job. My best friend at the time was going through a divorce, and other than spending most of his time talking about how hard the divorce was on him, never really asked me how I dealing except once where I tried to interject with one of my problems and how they were as bad as his but he shot me down with a 'its not a competition'. So I kind of just did the best friend thing of being supportive but not really having anyone to talk to.

I ended up finding a new job in my major across the country. Moving from NYC to the deep south. And while I love the job, its within my career and offers me great opportunities, I absolutely loathe the area. Its just big empty stretches of nothing in every direction, and coming from a big city it just kind of makes me feel more isolated and hard to meet someone, especially with being gay in the deep south. Its also damn near impossible to make any kind of real friends both physical distance between me and another living soul and the fact I'm in my mid 30s at this point.

I started rebuilding my life again, and just getting new things. Jumping back into hobbies I love like video games. My prize possessions of a very large MTG collection is gone forever now but I'm slowly rebuilding it. Not to play it but more to collect it. It was just a stupid thing I loved that made me happy.

I've been wanting to get back into jogging and weight lifting like I did in years past, but its hard to work up any motivation. Back in NYC, if I manage to get out the door with a gym bag then I'm good to hit the gym, but now that I have to drive everywhere I just work up the strength.

I guess the reason I'm posting this now is related to my job. My job sent me overseas with bunch of other people from work. It put me back in a city temporarily on my way to my final destination for the first time since I left NYC about 3 years ago now. And I forgot how much I love cities. The sights, people everywhere, the fact I could just walk to anywhere I damn well please instead of having to drive, public transportation, just damn I love cities they make me feel alive. Hell I would literally move to this city if I could, despite being in a different country, I love it so much.

Anyway, I traveled here with people from the company and they all know each other as they are from the same office except for me. It feels like everyone just divided themselves into two cliques based entirely on age, and I'm not really 'invited' into any one of them pretty much relegated to being the 'outside' loner guy. And since I'm only going to be sequestered with these people for a really long time, its starting to feel like high school all over again except without the benefit of at least being able to go home afterwards.