Old

I realised something tonight, as I drove home. I'm getting old. I'm in my fourth year of college. My sister's married. My other sister is just a year away from the BIG 3..O. Our last young'un, well i suppose I can't call him that, turned 21 today. Happy Birthday Doug. The last of the, finally! you're old enough to do something birthdays. Alcohol allowance aside, we're adults now, no longer children. Though some of us (hem..hem) may still be dependent upon our parents, soon enough, we won't be. So maybe I'm not getting old. I'm just getting adult. Looking at all the Yosemite Tower One people that I am still friends with, I'm rather suprised. Of all the things we've been through, all the changes we've made to ourselves and our lives, we still come together as friends. That leads to the question. Did we change together? Or just adapt to our changes, good or bad? Maybe we just walked the path together, keeping us attached. Other friends chose a different path, when I see them, they seem so different to me, but they're not. I just didn't get the chance, the time to acclimate to them. How different am I from the Laura of freshman year? Or the Laura of High School? Would my friends from those years see me so differently? How would, will I see them? Have my sister's changed on me too? So little discussion with them in the past four years, hours literally, are they people I don't know? Maybe I'm just home sick and studying about the world of globalization and economy is just making me pessimistic, needing my bed at home. But I can't go home, not to the one I know. My sister is married, my dog is gone, and things change, like growing up.