I met up with an old friend today. We reminisced over bonding in high school about what we thought was real and significant - today we tried to remember what it was and couldn’t. I realized how she’d grown in the past two years in ways that I don’t think I could have imagined in high school, and it made me happy. I think maybe it gave me hope for myself, too.
Though I feel like I’m in limbo between being a teen and an adult (reminds me of Britney’s “I’m Not a Girl Not Yet a Woman”, haha), I’m beginning to feel excited as I teeter towards the other side. For the first time, what has made me feel worried and uncertain is starting to make me feel eager to know what’s on the next page.
