Different

I found an old letter today while making an attempt to clean this mess of legends I call my room. An old really sad letter that had different and tangled up emotions attached to it from the time I first read it. It reminded me of all the people I know or have known.

A part of getting older is watching familiar places and people - go or become changed. It's hard to think of how many loved ones I have had over the years. Along with that there is thinking about how I watched them branch out in different directions. I think of how many people I will still know in a year and can't count it on one hand.

There used to be a small handful of people my age in this neighborhood that I could call for stupid things. Things like- "hey did the power go out over art your house", or "hey I'm locked out can I hang out over here for a while?"

Different is the right word here. Different is the way I remember things. Different is the way I feel, and am.