Growing Pains

Today, I have a skewed sense of self.

It was weird. Seeing people from four different stage of my life, all in one place. Primary school people who I hadn't since I moved. Secondary school people who carried through. Sixth form people, who I never really knew. Uni people, just out of the blue.

It was strange. Despite the fact that I'm away from uni, the only people I actually greet when I meet unexpectedly in the home county are people from uni. I suppose it's the location conflict. You don't necessarily expect to see people from uni in your home comforts, so when you do, it is deemed appropriate that you should acknowledge each other, maybe even act like you know each other well, even though you know you both live in the same cities most of the time, and yet you haven't crossed paths in six months. It makes a person appear popular though, and that's always a bonus, eh?

It was fun. To dance to C'est La Vie like we were ten years old making up routines in the bedroom again. Except now we're turning twenty. There's something about turning twenty that makes you reflect. I suppose you could say the same for any birthday. But twenty, you've got the 'next decade' effect; the 'almost adult' complex, yet still the sense of 'in-between' - past eighteen but not yet twenty-one. No longer a child, not quite grown-up. In limbo and in learning, with paths passed and future on the horizon. Waiting.

On the jukebox: Frank Sinatra ~ That's Life