I legitimately feel like I'm navigating my early 20's with friends on some tv show. 

It's funny that a friend, who is ironically not a friend anymore, once said to me that people we meet once or for a period of time will appear back in our lives if they are meant to. I was talking to her about how I've met a lot of people who I've gotten along with so well, for example on placement, spent hours everyday with them to have to abruptly leave. Maybe it's the 80 year old sentimental elderly person in me that makes me sad that I lose these people, especially when we could easily be good friends. Is this what adulthood is?!