I’m not feeling so good today, so to be productive, I decided to update my address book. I’m sending belated Christmas cards to a few people, and decided it was a good time to do it– before I send. Lest I immediately lose the addresses.
At my age (mid-twenties), updating my address book is like updating my life.
Separated out businesses/school contacts and doctors/medical contacts into their own lists.
Separated out exes and school acquaintances I rarely speak to into their own list.
Added new grad school friends
Updated addresses and phone numbers for old friends
Changed last names, added spouses and children’s names
These last two were the big ones. So many of my friends have– over the past two years– gotten married, moved in with a significant other, had a child (or two), moved into a new apartment, bought a house, etc. It’s staggering. I go through the M’s… the S’s… and as I update, my friends move across the page– to the H’s, the G’s. A second line lists their children. I have my own apartment. People are or will be doing this with me, too, I’m sure. But it’s amazing to me. Updating an address book shouldn’t feel this emotional. But, when did we all grow up?