SHAW THING: Moving on

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IT’S odd to look back and realise that I left secondary school over three years ago now, mostly because it still feels like yesterday.

What is most surprising looking back is how many people I have known and don’t speak to any more, and how many I still do.

Last week I made peanut butter cookies and immediately texted somebody I knew from school to come round and try them.

I asked her mostly because of our shared love of baking, but also because I hadn’t seen her in a while, even though we live just eight houses apart.

It is shockingly easy to drift apart from people you once saw everyday.

I haven’t spoken to people I was best friends with at school in three years, because we’re now such different people.

A lot changes in a person’s life around now, and in such a short period of time too!

Talking with friends I was simultaneously so conscious of how little everybody had changed, and also how much we had.

At our core we are still the same people, but our likes, our general situation, our appearance and our topics of study at university are all so different when compared to the things we used to say and do and think in our GCSE biology class.

In Year 11 it essentially became another place to talk and it’s almost funny to contrast those conversations with our reality.

I for one was much more optimistic and much less opinionated. University has forced me to speak up even more than I used too.

Something I’ve had to learn is that I shouldn’t worry too much about the people I’ve grown apart from.

The ones I still speak to are the people I obviously want to keep in my life. There is no shame in ending contact with somebody who is in a completely different place in their life to you.

Friendship isn’t supposed to be difficult, I don’t think.

It’s supposed to enhance your life, brighten and change it in positive ways, and often the people you loved at 16 aren’t the same people you will love at 19 or 30 or 60.