It's so strange how time moves. I have often had people tell me that after you turn 21, time accelerates beyond comprehension. Before you know it, you are whisked away from your 20's, your 30's... and face the realization that many of those celebrated milestones of "youth" are long passed. It dawned on me Thursday evening, that as a 24 year old college graduate, I am in the midst of those major milestones.
Late Thursday evening (post Preschool blues) I dragged my bum out to La Isla at 10:20 pm to wish one of my close high school girlfriends goodbye. Having returned from an adventure in South America to learn intensive medical Spanish and just freshly engaged, she is following her fiancé to Boise, Idaho as he begins his "adult" career. This late night at La Isla quickly began to feel like a last supper of sorts. Five of us gathered to reminisce over the last ten years we have known each other. We rapidly breezed over the latest updates of our lives, pondered the uphill climb from our current careers to our "dream jobs" and discussed the realities of being professionals in our early 20's. Oh, and we also talked BABIES. How very Girls of us... This good-bye moment at La Isla symbolized the departure from our high school selves (you know, the carefree and mostly independent teenage you, or the you that you thought you were) and opened the door to those adult milestones. Cheesy, I know.
I am going to miss my high school girlfriends as we begin to move in our separate directions. I want to wish H all the luck in the world: with her move, her engagement and the beginning of her forever (awwwwwww, such a romantic)! I know this won't be the last time that I see her or the last of these types of moments, but it certainly does change things.
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