Being Nostalgic

Being sick, I’ve been laying in bed thinking about this transitional period of life. It is like that awkward phase where I have responsibilities but I still have the overwhelming urge to gallivant around as though I haven’t a care in the world. I have bills to pay, but only a handful. I have people to look after, but only kind of. I have things to do, but maybe they can wait.

I think the thing that makes this stage of life so different is the distance it creates. All of my friends and I have found new lives, in different cities, different time zones, heck different countries. And though over the last few months I have met a flurry of new interesting people, each one of these shiny and wonderful in his/her own way, I find myself missing the completeness I felt when I had MY people.

Looking back, I feel incredibly blessed to have such a wonderful group of genuinely loving and caring friends. As we move on and our lives fork and weave through our respective universes, I just want to say thanks for having been there, for being there and for (I hope/demand) always being there no matter what the universe brings.

Cheers!

*Please note: not all are photographed here, it was just a convenient picture with most people.