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In life, whether it be caused by nature or society programmed idealistic human ideals, there comes a time where we all grow-up. I don't care what anyone says- growing up always happens even if we act as if it does not. I think Nikki and I endured a huge slap in the face today about how quickly things in our lives really change and progress. It was almost six years ago when we first met each other, and we could have never envisioned ourselves as still remaining close friends, or even more crazy, looking at houses to rent together, as we did today. Sitting with her in the car driving around (and almost being ran over by giant trucks...) caused swarms of our 14 year-oldish conversations we had had with each other. It doesn't seem like that long ago. Almost everything we used to say we wouldn't "ever" do, we have done. Everything that we used to dream about still hasn't come true (for the most part.) So much has changed and now we're both starting to grow-up even though we've always (her more so than I) been treated as "grown-ups." I am planning the process of the ancient ritual of departing my family and setting up my life to start my own family. I am forcing my self into independence in every sense of the word... never-minding the fact that I am still in school and traditionally this journey is only complete when a perfect mate is found. I have not been alive for very long- 18 is short when it's compared to its double of only 36 or triple of 58- but it feels like such a pressing time to get life in order even though that task is impossible. It is almost uplifting to think about all the change that is going to be endured, but depression certainly takes the cake when you think about everything that will be lost.