location- nowhere

It's been so long since I last posted anything here that I don't think anyone reads my pieces anymore. I never wrote when I was living in Edinburgh. I was just so happy there that I felt no need for a verbal escape. And now that I'm back my life just seems a big hassle. Not that I am unhappy here, it's just that things (and people) seem to be far more complicated (and complex). Old friends are becoming an issue. Not all of them. Some of the very dear ones are, though. Why is it so hard to understand that change can be good? I mean, I know that I have been acting different. I know that I am too busy to pay attention to everything and everyone. I know that I am not willing to be there 24/7 as I was before. I know that I have changed, but so has the rest of the world. People get mad at me like I had the obligation to be around just in case they need me. Well, I have a life too. I can take some of the blame for caring too much in the past. Not that I don't care about them anymore, it's just that now I care more about myself.
Is that so wrong?

Anyway, sometimes I don't know what I am doing here.