Evolving lives that evolve with friendships?

The longest friends I have had have been with me since I was 11 – that’s 16 years of friendship through a lot of crazy crap, including the pains of puberty, SATs, boy drama, deciding my college major, jobs and unemployment, and life’s everyday joys and stresses. Some have actually moved to New York, and while things have not always been extremely close-knit, we have great friendships with one another. But what happens when you have friends who you have known all these years, and they have a fixed image of what you were when you were both close, and do not seem to fully see or understand how you have evolved during the times you have spent apart? How do we accept change in the people closest to us?

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