Strangeness

I wonder if I could consider myself an age slider.

Or if I just managed to age quite a bit in my absence from the house. I certainly don't feel 16 anymore. Not as old as Beth, though. Not even quite as old as Em. But not 16.

I wonder why. And I wonder if I'll slip back.

I guess we'll just have to see, won't we?

Anyway. Apparently I missed a lot while I was gone. I've now got my own room. And it's in a different state. But still. My own room. Well, not entirely my own, I share it with Em and Beth. But it's nice. It's got all our crafting stuff, and our colored pencils, and our pony collection. PONIES. We've got three now! When did that happen? (Actually, technically we have four but two of them are Pinkie Pie) It's nice to have a sanctuary, a place all our own. *smile*

Another bit of strangeness is that Em and I are co-fronting right now. We co-dream sometimes, but hardly ever co-front unless all three of us are squishing towards front. She's sitting here, listening to music, and I'm here, writing.

Beth wonders where I go when I wander off. I go all over the place. Mostly to forests, to quiet places, to retreat. To relax. To connect with nature, to live in nature like we used to when we were one. I especially miss the feeling of dirt under our bare feet, the fresh scent of the breeze at night, the sound the bullfrogs and peepers make as the sun goes down. But we are older now. We can't spend our entire summer living outdoors anymore, all grubby and tanned and skinny from running around.

*sighs* Adulthood makes me weary...