When I was growing up my family moved around a lot, so I got used to making new friends and saying goodbye to the old ones. And I never really missed my old friends, not really, since I was young and there were new friends.
But now, for the first time, there are friends that I'm away from that I actually do miss. It's a new thing for me. Not very pleasant, but I guess I'm grateful I have friends that are dear enough to me and to my life that I actually miss them. Especially introverted me, who's usually perfectly happy being alone.
Mostly I'm just feeling sick as a dog, and lonely, and don't really feel like painting much or being productive. It hasn't been a very good day that way. Ah well.