It's late and I'm most probably delirious so I shouldn't be writing... but the topic of friends came to mind. So it's time for some late night musings.

I have so many friends, all different, all unique, all on so many different levels. I've just left some in Korea and I'm heading toward some in Portland and Salem. The worlds my friends live in are so different from each other, and I'm different in each one too. In Korea, I'm the young one who needs to get her masters degree so the world will take her seriously. In Salem, I'm like old leather--traveled, experienced, weathered. In Tacoma, I'm a daughter who keeps ending up at her parents place. In Portland, I'm the friend you wont see for more than a couple days every few months. In Japan, I'm the older sister or the strange foreigner who speaks without an accent.

I feel a little spread thin. I'm every where and no where at the same time. To an extent, who I am is defined by where I am. Am I a daughter, a sister, old or young, wise or silly? It's the context of who you're around that ends up defining some of these things. When I jump from place to place to place, I end up feeling a little blurred. Who am I supposed to be now? We really do play roles, only they tend to be unnoticeable in our every day life. For a good birds-eye view of the issue, try moving between five different groups of friends in five different locations. It would be helpful if at least one or two of those locations were overseas. That oughta shake things up a bit.