In the last post I told a story about getting closure with my ex. It seems that ever since that misadventure, closure has been a sucky reoccurring theme – all part of the graduation process. This past week has been filled with senior class get togethers, providing ample opportunities for reuniting with 'long lost' friends. And the first day of my participation in these events already had me in mopey mode Wednesday night. I could feel just how much we had drifted apart. I felt like my friends had changed so much and just left me out in the dust somewhere. When I finally could take no more of it, I just walked the long way home alone at midnight – comforting myself with red velvet cake and episodes of 30 rock on Netflix upon my return.
In reality, even though they have changed, I'm sure I have too. I'm not the same wide-eyed naive freshman girl that wandered the halls of english house dormitory freshman year. Growing apart must be part of the growing process, period. If you want to go new places and move on with your life, it is inevitable that some things (or people) must be abandoned. It just sucks to bathe in that fact for a couple hours.
The deal just happened to be that most of my best friends were a year older or younger than me. I wouldn't change my friends for anything, it's only weeks like this one when graduation is upon us that it stings a little – days that are all about the class of 2009. I feel like part of the joy of graduation is doing it with people that you love and have been with you through the whole process. In that sense, I feel like I'm missing out.
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