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Two interesting conversations about growing up:
Last night, Chris called me late to say goodnight. He was hanging out with two of his best friends from home, Nick and Chloe, who are a couple. I've met both of them, and they're great. Chloe goes to UVA and had an internship with the State Department this summer, and Nick studies engineering. Chloe's goal is to end up in Washington, D.C., so Nick is looking at grad schools around there. When I told Chris about my job, he mentioned that there is a really good music school in Baltimore. I guess he'd mentioned my job and this school to Nick and Chloe while they were hanging out, and when he called me to say goodnight, this is (a bit of) the conversation we had...
Chris: Nick says that if I go to school in Baltimore, the four of us could all be grown-up friends.
Me: Aw. I thought of that too actually. I hope that's not creepy.
Chris: No... that actually makes me really happy.
Me: Me too...
Chris: Goddamnit. Why do I love you so much? This is all your fault.
And this afternoon, after Mom and Dad got home from the shore, they were immediately on my ass about my finances and finding a place to live once I move down to Maryland. (I'll be living with Marissa and Dan to start out with, but not forever, of course.) Mom mentioned Craigslist, which I already took a cursory look at, and Dad tried to explain taxes to me, and Mom kept reminding me of things I already knew. I started getting frustrated, but then Mom said something to me...
Mom: You know, I don't mean to treat you like a baby, it's just...
Me: I know. I am the baby.
Mom: And you're leaving. And you haven't even been home for that long.
Me: Are you kidding? I've been sitting on the couch for months.
Mom: But the couch has been very glad to have company!
Lesson learned? Change isn't just totally weird, different, and sometimes difficult for just you. But for everyone else in your life too. (Even your parents, who will never really treat you like a grown-up no matter where you move to.)
Oh, and a funny little anecdote, brought to you by Dad and his forgetfulness...
Dad: So you're gonna want to look for a place to live down there.
Me: (exasperated) I know, Dad.
Dad: You should look on... who's list is that?
Me: Craig's?
Dad: Oh, yeah. That's it. Craigslist.
Last night, Chris called me late to say goodnight. He was hanging out with two of his best friends from home, Nick and Chloe, who are a couple. I've met both of them, and they're great. Chloe goes to UVA and had an internship with the State Department this summer, and Nick studies engineering. Chloe's goal is to end up in Washington, D.C., so Nick is looking at grad schools around there. When I told Chris about my job, he mentioned that there is a really good music school in Baltimore. I guess he'd mentioned my job and this school to Nick and Chloe while they were hanging out, and when he called me to say goodnight, this is (a bit of) the conversation we had...
Chris: Nick says that if I go to school in Baltimore, the four of us could all be grown-up friends.
Me: Aw. I thought of that too actually. I hope that's not creepy.
Chris: No... that actually makes me really happy.
Me: Me too...
Chris: Goddamnit. Why do I love you so much? This is all your fault.
And this afternoon, after Mom and Dad got home from the shore, they were immediately on my ass about my finances and finding a place to live once I move down to Maryland. (I'll be living with Marissa and Dan to start out with, but not forever, of course.) Mom mentioned Craigslist, which I already took a cursory look at, and Dad tried to explain taxes to me, and Mom kept reminding me of things I already knew. I started getting frustrated, but then Mom said something to me...
Mom: You know, I don't mean to treat you like a baby, it's just...
Me: I know. I am the baby.
Mom: And you're leaving. And you haven't even been home for that long.
Me: Are you kidding? I've been sitting on the couch for months.
Mom: But the couch has been very glad to have company!
Lesson learned? Change isn't just totally weird, different, and sometimes difficult for just you. But for everyone else in your life too. (Even your parents, who will never really treat you like a grown-up no matter where you move to.)
Oh, and a funny little anecdote, brought to you by Dad and his forgetfulness...
Dad: So you're gonna want to look for a place to live down there.
Me: (exasperated) I know, Dad.
Dad: You should look on... who's list is that?
Me: Craig's?
Dad: Oh, yeah. That's it. Craigslist.