I think it's an adjustment that will take time, and be managed on multiple fronts, but one thing I want to do is put a bit more effort into a meatspace friendships (actually, does anyone say 'meatspace' any more? If not, why not?).
It's not that I don't see people now, though. I did a mental audit of my social contacts in the last, pre-semester week, and found quite a full calendar, with a distinct international flavour: dinner with a Welsh-Iranian couple; taking watercress soup to my Myanmar neighbour; having lunch with a Kazakh witch in the Cotswolds; buying a Bosnian academic coffee in Montpelier; two private Japanese lessons (little Sumi-chan has learned to crawl!); and on Monday I'll be visiting a Chinese friend in Newport. Actually, I'm struggling to think of many British people I've spent time with apart from my daughter, and even she has a French passport.
Anyway, all this cosmopolitan busyness could be a very healthy sign, or a frantic distraction from underlying loneliness, or a bit of both, as I suspect is the case. Meanwhile, I flip-flop between the following two views from my daughter's tenth-floor room:
The second is of course the uncropped version of the first, and might in that sense be said to be more honest, but I like to think the first conveys a greater spiritual truth about the nature of inner-city Bristol.