home # two

Last night I went to a birthday part for Kristen's little brother, Adam. I remember when this kid was asking me about teachers at Goshen Center eementary school. Then, later, when he was asking me about what the junior high would be like. When I think about this, it makes me realize just how much time has actually passed since I was in high school; since my group of high school friends and I were all doing the same things and going to the same places.

Renee and Nick were there also, which was really nice. It's still hard to believe that Renee is engaged to be married. I recently found out that Jenn is also engaged. These are the girls that I grew up with, did all the normal teenager things with, and will be the girls that I will forever remember as they once were. It's weird and kind of sad to think of everyone and everything having changed so much.

We've become set on courses that are very different from one another, and there isn't any turning back. I don't remember consciously choosing anything, but in retrospect it's obvious that there must have been choices.

As I was driving to Kristen's house last night, I traveled on the roads that I used to; the roads with landmarks and memories. Being at her house really drove home just how seperated we are in the things that we're all pursuing. It doesn't feel as if we've grown apart, just that we are apart, that we're doing many different things. Very weird for a group of people who did pretty much everything together.