the present is in the past

first i would like to say:

happy birthday, piper-werker!

my suitemate(freshman year)/roommate(sophomore year)/apartment-mate (senior year) has now hit the big 2-8! wooo hoooo!!!! enjoy your day at the roller-rink, honey!

yesterday, i was fortunate enough to meet up with two of my good friend from high school. it's seriously been 10 years since we had last hung out... rosie i've seen in passing 3 times in the most random of places (once at the revlon run/walk for women in 1999, then again in 2001 on the 7 train in the morning, then again in 2002 walking on 3rd avenue/E80th street), and gisela i bumped into just recently at the lemon ice king of corona. we all met up in flushing and talked story for a good 3 hours on how our lives have changed. they're both married, but we're all pretty much at the same stage in life... trying to save up for the future, thinking of relocating and what our future career plans will be. it's crazy that these are the girls i used to sit at "split-lunch" with, attend chorus with, and hang out after school with in front of the neighborhood 7-11 with. it's amazing to see how much life has changed for us but we're exactly the same...

yesterday definitely made me think of friendships in more of a serious light. i looked at the past 7 years and i can't believe the spectrum of people that have basically flown in and out of my life. sometimes i wonder if it's me... sometimes i wonder if it's time... things happen, and sometimes things are so traumatizing that it causes people to change. differences of opinion and simple actions or reactions can pull people apart. it saddens me knowing that for some of my great friendships have been lost because of those factors. what happened to us?