Changes.

So, I've finally started writing my Christmas Cards, and with the exception of the people, who I've known forever, I seem to spend a lot more time decorating the envelope than actually writing messages in the card, but as I'm coloring envelopes and pasting stickers down and addressing these cards to my friends, some of which I haven't seen in years, really, and some, who I've simply lost touch with due to moving to Texas, I just started thinking about how much people and life changes.

For me, one of the weirdest things was having to write four lines on my return address, instead of three, since I now live in an apartment, after living in a house for most of my life, and just having to write a new address and zip-code, when my old address was like clockwork, it's weird.

I have one friend, she was my best friend, and the only roommate I could ever stand, in college, and I was addressing my Christmas Card to her and her new husband, and I just couldn't believe how much things have changed in about ten years. She just got married, she's expecting a baby boy, in about a month, and it's hard to believe that my favorite partying buddy is now a wife and mom, mind you, I'm very happy for her :), but it's just weird to think about how far people have gone in one direction or another.

I had another friend, in college, she was pretty much the goody-goody two-shoes of my friends group, the one who always adhered to rules and directions, and now, ten years, after college, she pretty much ran the other way on the behavior spectrum, and she does things I never would've thought she would do in college.

Then, I had one friend, he was a really nice guy, but very shy, not really sure what he wanted to do in his life, didn't know how to talk to girls, and now he's been married for about three years, and he has a baby daughter, who may be about two now, and it's hard to imagine this guy as a family fan.

I don't know changes are bad necessarily, as long as you stay true to yourself, I mean, I know how much I've changed in even the past two years, and I still think I'm me, just not the wild and crazy me, that I used to be, I have responsibilities, that I've never had before, I've finally manage to be on my own, I have a real job, I moved out, real life sort of clicked into place, recently.

I guess it's just crazy because it doesn't really seem like things change as you go about your daily life, until you just really sit down and think about it.