Distance.

I find the longer I spend on this side of the pond, the easier it is to distance myself from things back in Canada. Not in a negative, "I was desperate to leave" (even if I was) kind of way, but in a positive, cheery, "the past is behind me, onwards with the present!" sort of way.
Does that make sense? It's 2am here, so I'm not sure if it does.
It's easier to lose touch with the people I once shared my time with, and it's not exactly a bad thing. Friends move on. Get involved in their own lives. I've moved on. I've gotten involved in my own life.
And I don't feel bad about losing touch with some people whom I once considered to be my closest friends. Because I have realised how different people can be. How different I used to be. And that I'm not as selfish, materialistic, caustic or judgmental as I used to be. I know that being abroad, being on my own has changed me for the better. I'm no where near perfect as no person is, but I'm pretty damn peaceful with the person I am.
Does that make sense? It does in my 2am frame of mind.

Clevedon Pier's pastel-coloured stones and seaweed.