Perhaps the Fall Wasn't So Flat

In January I mentioned that I'd made an effort to communicate with a childhood friend. I didn't hear a thing back, and I was mostly okay with that.

But an email popped into my inbox today.

Wow.

It's a friendly enough reply. We won't becoming fast friends again. I didn't expect that anyway.

My thirteen-year-old self isn't as nagging as it was when I wrote that email or the earlier times I thought about her and that time in my life. I think I managed to accept myself a little bit more in the intervening months.

I guess I am finally growing up.