It’s that year. The year of a significant birthday. I haven’t reached it just yet, but it is closing in on me fast. September has arrived with unseemly haste, and October is just a few turns of the clock away. The year began at quite a leisurely pace, when friends like IB* celebrated their birthdays at the beginning of the year. They all seemed so much older than me at the time. I had so long to wait. It was cool.
At first, there were intermittent announcements only. But since June, the announcements, the photos of parties or trips to mark the occasion are coming more regularly. I only have two school friends on that well-known social networking site, and most of my real life friends are either a few years older or younger than I am. Age after all isn’t a pre-requisite to friendship. But I have reconnected with many AFS friends – those people from far-off lands who shared such an amazing experience back in 1980 in Thailand, another far-off land – and of course, they’re all my age. And lately, they’re dropping like flies.