A Feeling of Disconnect

I always knew to a certain extent, that moving to another country would disconnect me from friends and family back in Idaho.  When I first moved to the UK back in 2008 for my MA I never in a million years imagined that I would meet a guy, fall in love, and 10 years later be married in living just outside London.  It seems like a lifetime ago that my journey started.  When I moved back to the US in 2011 I thought I had lost the love of my life and everything I had ever dreamed of was gone forever.  But we survived a long distance relationship, a long distance engagement, and I moved back here to the UK In February of 2017. 
I remember being so scared to move away from home again.  I think it was because the first time I only planned on being gone a year (though it ended up being almost 3 years).  It was only a temporary move and I would be back to everything I had known.  Moving here in 2017 I knew it was a big step, I wasn't merely packing two suitcases, I was packing up my entire life and putting it in storage to be moved to the UK at a later date.
When my boxes arrived in December of 2017 I again had a wave of mixed emotions, happy that all my belonging arrived safely, and the flutter of anxiety as it became more concrete that the UK was my new home.
I have no regrets moving and settling here in the UK with my now husband. We spent so many year apart, and each time we would visit one another and had to leave, the cracks in my heart were so painful.  I could hardly bare it.  And the first few months of living here, every time he would go to work, that same pain would surface and the tears would fall.  But eventually my brain and heart communicated and I realised that we would never be separated like that again. I am so happy and so grateful to have my amazing husband in my life and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
But I miss my friends and my family back home, I miss being able to spend time with my closest friends and even though we instantly pick up where we left off when I visit its not the same.  I feel like I'm missing so much and am no longer included in things back home.  My best friend is getting married in a few weeks time and though I am over the moon with happiness, my heart is breaking because I haven't been there. She has always been such a big part of my life, she was not only my best friend but my sister.  I was there for her when her mum passed away, she was there for me when my grandma passed.  We have been there for each other for everything, the good and the bad. And now I've only had contact with her via occasional emails.  I feel like I'm no longer a part of anyones life there. I've been forgotten.
I love my life here, and I couldn't ask for a better husband, or kinder family but I miss my family and my friends back home.