I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Snow Patrol

So there's a new boy.
Out of respect for the old boy there will not be much written here about either one of them for a while.
I don't know how or when it happened but somehow it did and this moving on is....odd.

Feel like a captain
Sailing out to sea
And all I carry
Are these memories
The ship is sinking
And there's no way home
And it's got nothing
No it's got nothing to do
With the realization
I'm losing you
And all the people
That I know
They all tell me
Just goes to show
That no matter where you are
You're still alone
Bob Schneider

Actually it's got everything to do with the realization that life as we loved it before we came here is over.
Tonight we sat around vented and cried and ate pizza and talked about why it's so hard to get over people in a new city. We're the ones doing what we've always dreamed of doing. We're strong and independent and changing the lives of our kids. We're getting Master's degrees and living in this incredible city but at the end of the day we're....alone.
I've never felt as alone as I do here, and we're all leaving people whose lives go on very easily without us. He still has people physically there for him at the end of the day. His routine is familiar, his hangouts routine and his life just as it was, only minus me, which doesn't seem to bother him much. My life is completely different and my search for consistency leads me back to him, even if for nothing more than friendship, only to find out that he's moved on.
It's so hard to understand why THEY aren't the ones missing US instead of the other way around and the only thing we find comfort in is the knowledge that we're not the only people going through this complete life change.

But time has changed nothing at all -
You're still the only one that feels like home.
I've tried cutting the ropes and I let you go but you're still the only one
That feels like home.
Missy Higgins

It's been 6 weeks. If we were a broken bone we would be healed.
Instead we go about making lives that are increasingly separate from each other. We still talk often, trying to figure out what 'normal' means for us...now...and I still think about him in certain moments or when I hear certain expressions or songs but finally I can call him a friend and not be lying to myself.
None of that changes the fact that I feel like I lost my home when I walked away from him. That the city I fell in love with is now ours and his and no part of it is only mine and where does that leave me when all that's left is only me?
I love my new city and new job and new life but I don't know that I will be here forever and Minneapolis was always a good 'back up' plan and now, like him, it's gone .