Adventures of a Shockingly Average 30-Something

Dear Candis, I don't know what to write to you. Not on here, I mean.  I promised you I'd write you a letter.  A real letter.  So you could get your very own mail at your new house.  But I don't know what to write to you.  I don't know what to say.  Your mommy sent me a text message today, telling me how excited you are, waiting for your letter from me.  So I have to write you one, soon , but Candis, I don't know what to say. Should I tell you how much I miss you?  Should I tell you how great it was to talk to you again the other day?  How even though it's been more than a year and a half now, I could still "see" every look on your little face?  Should I tell you how good things are here?  Should I tell you how I might get the chance to go all the way to Australia in a couple of years?  Should I ask you how things are there?  Should I ask you to write me back?  Should I tell you how much I wish I could go vi...

I know you can't spend your life living in the past, but I really really really miss my floor from last year.  I miss my friends from last year.  I miss the way things were here last year. Last year, my floor was all so close to each other -- with a couple exceptions, which, looking back now, really weren't that bad.  There was stupid drama, but at least last year I felt like I fit in somewhere. This year... I really don't feel like I fit in here any more.  I have a couple friends in some of my classes.  Not friends .  Not yet.  More like, I have a couple people I'm ok at talking to.  Last year, I fit in so perfectly on my floor, with those people.  At least, I felt like I did.  This year, everyone one my floor kinda keeps to themselves.  I don't know anyone, except for my roommate and 2 people I met last year.  And it seems like no one on this floor even wants to be friends.  I'm so incredibly, embarrassingl...