I used to have friends. We'd be together all the time. Our lives were communal tales. Our phone numbers committed to memory. Now I do not have friends. There are people who know things about me, who are nice to me, but they are not friends.

Gradually, my friendships have evolved into Friday nights only. We'll meet somewhere for drinks or dinner. We may even share a few text messages. But I'll never get to the point where I can read her mind or feel comfortable calling her at four in the morning. In a few months she'll move. For job, for a boyfriend, for a change.

Perhaps this is the inevitable course friendships take as people get older and pursue careers and relationships and fulfillment. In high school we'd waste hours upon hours at the diner because none of us had a "cool" mom who let us party in the basement, and those nights were wonderful. But adults can't do that. Adults have commitments and children and hobbies.

I feel as though I'm lacking something here in my new home. I have my boyfriend, whom I trust and love, and I have a roommate, and we chat about work and talk about relationships and people we've recently stalked on Facebook. I have friends at work who make me laugh, yet something still seems amiss. My roommate is leaving in two weeks, many of my work friends have gone on to other jobs, and when my relationship with my boyfriend disintegrates, I wonder what I will have left. I wonder if it's possible to be somewhere and not have a friend in sight.