Three months

I've lived here for three months now.  It feels like a lot longer.  Life definitely happened in October.  Overwhelming.  Sad.  Stressful.  Homesick.  Broken.  This past week in particular, I've really been thinking about the kind of support I have.  A lot more goes into it, but I'm amazed at how many people have told me "don't be friends with him." "He's a bad person." "cut him out of your life."  It's not an abusive relationship and the majority of people saying this don't even know him.  I think it's supposed to be helpful, but it's not.  It just tells me who I shouldn't talk to.  They're only hearing the bad parts, not thinking of any of the good parts, only know one side of the story, and there's so much more than I even talk about.  There are a few people that just listen, but really not many.  But what's gotten me even more is the people that are so blatantly unsupportive of me living in California.  I have a lot of thoughts about that, but haven't really been able to put it into words outside of my head.  Anyway, this last week has been hard.  I was expecting my feelings to get hurt, but they got hurt by the unexpected.