I finally told my long-lost high school friend the news. We’d gotten closer in the time she lived back here, but now that she’s away again, I just find it hard to make the time to call or email. I’m a bad friend in that way, I guess. She congratulated me on the news after confirming that I was indeed happy about the situation. After discussing the wardrobe woes of moving to the North on an internship budget, she told me that things with her guy were moving to a more serious level of possibility. Then she asked if we were grown ups yet. I told her that I would never grow up, but I would wear lipstick and high heels for the illusion.