growing up is weird (pt.1)
i know i am only 22, but i swear at times i can feel my youth slipping away from me. it isn’t everyday, it’s more sporadic and usually happens too quickly for me to even properly acknowledge it. but it scares me and chills me down to my bones. some days when nostalgia creeps in and i let my mind wander to all of its old favorite places, i begin to realize that life has hardened me. but i don’t want to fall into that trap of becoming jaded and scarred and hesitant and worried all the time. i want to hold on to as many drops of that wild, crazy, clueless and unafraid 16 year old girl as i can. i want to keep that spirit in me alive until the day i die.
tomorrow, i am going to watch two of my high school friends walk down the aisle and promise each other the rest of their lives together. and it is going to be emotional and beautiful and powerful. and i am going to see so many old, familiar faces that I think my heart may burst with love, happiness, and adoration. we have all grown up so much since the days of “running cities” and “cunt punting.” but tomorrow, as we take one step further into adulthood, we also take the opportunity to be crazy and to laugh with old friends and to remember that a part of each of us will always remain those teenage freakshow weirdos.
so here’s to sam and greg! and here’s to the beauty and passion of our youth, all of our amazing friendships, memories treasured, and memories yet to be made. i love each and every one of you.