I think we should see other people :: 11:27 PM :: easyjetsetter

I'm not sure how to tell you this. I've just moved on in my life. I'm not sure that I want to spend my evenings with you any more. Now that I have this new job, I feel distant from you. I know I've not been as attentive recently as I could have been, and frankly, you deserve better.

For all that I love to write and still think the intarweb is the dogs bollocks, I think that when I started blogging, it was because I was lonely and uncertain about where things were going, and I was trying to keep a connection with the things and people that I loved back in the States, in lieu of really liking the idea of Europe at all.

In Paris, I've found a city I love and a group of friends I love. In London, I'm not enamoured of the city or the social scene, but I love my job. When something comes into my head these days, the man I love is on the other end of the phone to share it with.

I've recently been promoted and suddenly have a responsibility to my organisation that an intern, even a paid one, doesn't.

I hope we can still be friends, and I may pop in from time to time to check you're doing ok, but something that was missing, which this place provided, isn't missing any more.

And, you know, there are plenty more fish in the sea. There are better, certainly more frequent, writers than me out there. Some of them are linked to the right.

All of this is a long way of saying: it's not you, it's me.