and then there was one

Yesterday one of my friends let me know that she's officially leaving our program in the next few weeks. I'm happy for her since it seems to be the right decision, but sad that she won't be around to hang out and "work" in coffeeshops or commiserate about teaching and writing. It's especially hard to know that my core group of friends (she and the friend who left spring quarter) has left the program at a time when pretty much all of my work is independent. It's not exactly easy at this to make new friends when I have no more seminars to take and barely ever see other grad students. I know I'm very lucky to have an amazing support network of family and friends outside of grad. school, but I guess I had imagined having a greater sense of class camaraderie in the last stretch of grad. school than I think I will.