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I got to thinking today. Yes, thinking. I know, I don't do it often and it doesn't always lead to good things, but I was thinking nonetheless.

I am 27 years old. That hasn't really seemed all that old to me, I don't feel exceptionally old, but then I got to this thinking thing. I was 17 ten years ago. Wow! That seems so long ago. I don't look any older and I don't feel any older. I am unsure where the ten years in between being 17 and 27 went. But it smacked me right in the face today.

Next year will be ten years since I graduated high school. I'm plenty fine with that. That time when Jeff was no more than a twinkle in my eye, and he was off doing who know who what. I do know, at least, that he was playing soccer in college, since he is three years older than me.

Anyways, what it really got me thinking about was that I have, unbeknownst to me, really grown up. Things have really changed for me in the past ten years, as they should. I'd much rather hang out with one person, go ahead and guess who, than go to a party and get drunk. I'd rather rub Jeff's feet than make-out with every Tom, Dick, and Harry, although Tom ain't too bad! 

Next year, I don't see myself going to my ten-year reunion. Jeff didn't go to his. I just feel like it's too soon. I know that 115 out of the 150 people that I graduated with still bag groceries at the local 7-11. So basically, all the catching up I want to do I can do while I am checking out at the grocery store. I'd rather catch up with Jeff and what he's been doing for the past nine months!