This weekend I participated in a "mini-reunion" with college roommates and old friends. Some I've kept in touch with regularly, some its been a once-a-year thing. Regardless, when we get together, we click right into the place we left off...almost.
As the girls sat around the coffee table in the front room, we reminisced on memories and foreshadowed the future. Their futures consisted of buying houses and having babies; mine, well it's just a question mark. I don't know if I'll ever buy a house or ever have a baby. I don't know if I want to. I don't know. I don't know what I want. Seemingly, as I sat there observing conversation about baby planning, I felt disconnected from them. Years ago we stayed up until 2am playing pranks on the boys, now everyone left by 10pm to go back to the home they made with those boys. At some point, we stopped walking on the same road and started walking down our own path.
It was good to see them. It was even better to realize that I prefer the road that I'm walking down because in front of me is a wide-open field.
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