Jon expressing his thoughts is like Ann Coulter and Al Franken having a sword battle in the nude.

I feel like there has been an absence in my life ever since I moved to San Francisco a month ago. Of course that can be explained by the fact that I am starting over with friends again, but it still feels very strange. In that I know other friends are blogging and that I have no real outlet for some of my more abstract and/or deeper thoughts, I think that a blog would be a great thing for me to start.

One of my biggest problems here is not finding things to do, it is having a friend that I know I can consistently count on. Between the people I know in the city and my roommates, I have been able to keep a busy schedule. There is still an occasional table for one, but I feel that I am past the point of not having something to do or someone to hang out with. I think that a huge part of that comes from the large amount of things going on in the bay area. Having friends that I can count on is an obstacle that has proven to be a little bit more difficult. I know that truly great friends don't grow in trees, but my truly great friends should know that my impatience helps in prodding myself into feeling this unease. It can probably be summed up by the feeling as if I am an outsider looking into my own life.

That thought is not to say that I am unhappy. I think I can be more happy in San Francisco than I ever could in Las Vegas. What that does say is that leaving Las Vegas was one of the best things for me to do. However, leaving my friends is one of the worst things I could have done. In Las Vegas, I was at a loss for thread, but it now becomes clear that my friends were the fabric of my life. You just can't make a warm quilt without fabric.