It never gets any less strange when the friends you grew up with get married. It seems that all of mine are, these days. People always say that the most awkward time of your life will be when you're a teenager. I think I'm going to have to disagree. "Twenty-somethings" is definitely the most awkward phase. Besides watching someone I have known since before the age of seven get married this weekend, I was also told by a close family friend, an "adult" more than I in my mind, whom I had always been firmly instructed to call by "Mrs. LastName" as a child, to refer to her by her first name. Thankfully, it was at the end of their visit, so I didn't need to put that into practice. Just the thought of it felt weird. Growing up is creepy. Not that I'm not excited about it; I view it as an adventure. It's just those tiny, habitual nuances that need to be changed that remind you of a part of your life that has passed, that carry with them the sort of awkwardness reminiscent of a small girl waddling around in her mother's heels. You want them to fit, and you know that they will eventually, but for now you're just lucky if you don't take a nose-dive to the kitchen floor in those things!
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