Tell me about it.
Five years after I left my hometown for good, I still talk regularly with three people from there. Everyone else I can't really be bothered with. Might just be my intolerance, might just be that I hate the fact they never got out whilst they could and never want to. Might just be that I'm a prick who fell for the big city lights, but who knows?
Well, I still see al my old friends, go for a drink etc with them occasionally, but too much water has passed under the bridge since then and now for us to be the same people we were x years ago.
I think I must be getting old...
Ah, nostalgia...