26 Dec Change

Grandma was right. Life is all about change and learning to accept change. Life would be boring without change.

Still change always seems to creep on me. Maybe because it is young and my mind is not used to the speed at which our lives can become unrecognizable, maybe because thus far my life has remained relatively constant, change always reserved for some day in the future, a blurry idea not tangible to 22 year young girl.

But tonight as I drove through the lightly falling snow, I felt the world whirl around me like if was being fast forwarded while I sat silently watching from the car.

A few days ago I was melting in the heat of Buenos Aires, now I am freezing in the tundra of Green Bay. I few years ago I was sitting in Maggie’s basement trying to keep up on the LOR conversation, drinking Starbucks and generally talking stupid. Now I am still sitting in Maggie’s house but the conversation is made up of memories, silhouettes of ghosts hold the night together.

The night feels unreal. 6 old friends rewinding time for a few hours only to have to fast forwarded on the ride home. Because time can’t be stopped, or even paused. This change didn’t happen while I was in Argentina, it happened every second since high school graduation and will keep happening every second, pulling some of us closer and making others of us ghosts in the memories of who we were.