After sleeping on last night's news, I'm really fine with it. Things are changing, and I know that. It's just going to be hard to go home and not hang out with J like we always used to. Even after years of not being together (meaning in the same physical location - not together together), I can still go over to his house, plop down on the couch, and feel right at home. His sister is my age, he's two years older, so everyone from our high school that's even remotely close in age has hung out at J's house. That's what happens during Christmas vacation - everyone goes to the Coopers. Everyone.
That'll probably be different now. He'll have a wife. Our other friends have kids. Life's moving on. It's moving on for me, just in a different way. I could be living in a house in OK with a couple kids by now. Thank goodness I'm not.....
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Yes...thank goodness you arent. I dont see you taking kindly to your latte being spilled on your laptop in the posh Starbucks downtown by your 8 month old...hahahahahah
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