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I find it strange to look back at my school photos and see what I was like all those years ago. At the age of 5, for example, I was blond. To think it! Blond! It beggars belief. And for many years up to the age of 14, I never had hair that went past my ears. But times have changed and so have I, and here I am.

I say all this because lately I have found myself using my distraction-less environment (without a job in an area where the closest club was a 40 minute walk away, and is now closed anyway) to reminisce about my life up to now - friends I've had, friends I've lost, friends, who after all these years I'm still in touch with, things i've done, things I wish I'd done, things I wish i'd avoided. And one thing that really sticks out is that the time spent with people. Time with friends, both old and new. I've not always considered myself to be very sociable, but over the last few years, I appear to have become more and more approachable (I hope I don't sound too arrogant here, it's just an observation), and this has benefited me in ways I have never really noticed. I have so many more people now who I would call friends than I could ever have imagined 4 years ago.

And just when I feel comfortable, it all changes again. A few years back, this would have scared me. A new setting, with new people, what do i do? Now I am actually excited about going somewhere new. Which is most definitely a turn up. It will be a wrench to leave this area. But I must be getting on with my life. And we are a terribly lucky generation, as was pointed out by my dad. We have so many ways of staying in touch. Facebook, Myspace, MSN, it's almost too easy. That sometimes scares me. It's all too easy. Who are my realy friends? Who will I still know in 10, 20 years? James? Robert? Carlos? Will these people still be my friends?
Only time will tell.