growing up

less than 3 weeks to christmas, man time flies.

i've been looking through pictures of when we were younger, the days we still ran around in uniforms, carried backpacks that reached our asses, had terrible hair, dorky glasses and simply looked bad.

but man i really miss those days. those were the days where buses were the only mode of transport for me, parties had to end by 11 or i'd get a shelling from my parents, and yes, i wore ugly clothes. days where venturing to malls in school uniforms with your friends made us feel like we were the coolest things alive.

i can't really remember how we celebrated christmas together, but i'm pretty sure as the years have gone by, our traditions have changed. now there's secret santa, who brings the booze, whose home we're headed to this year, who's bringing what for the potluck and bitching about the same people we bitched about over the past few years. 

it's amazing how fast we grow up. and a little scary. there was always comfort in returning to school in January when we were younger. we'd see the people we loved and hated after Christmas, we'd be panicking about unfinished homework, we'd eagerly anticipate a new timetable and *gasp* new seating arrangements. now it's just appreciating the few days of leave i have before returning to work after new year's. clearing the emails. taking down the christmas tree. waiting for the next public holiday.

when will we have those days again? when will we feel that way again? when will we feel the comfort of returning to the same group of people after each holiday?

i miss those days.