I had been looking forward to my reunion in a kind of nervous-excited sort of way. I was really looking forward to seeing about four people, but was very concerned about how I would feel throughout the weekend: stereotypically you feel like your high school self when you're surrounded by your high school peeps...
Much to my surprise, I didn't feel like a completely awkward nerd this weekend! I enjoyed hanging out with all 24 people who showed up (out of a class of 71) and meeting the spouses too. We were all so much more mature and confident about who we were to be catty in the slightest.
The hotel was fantastic (our organizer got us a killer rate). We spent a lot of time hanging out, eating out, playing in the hotel pool, and playing cards. Max did so great with my friends, some of the alumni spouses asked if he had graduated with us too!!
In the midst of all the fun, I started to worry that I would feel a sense of loss after this weekend was over. [High school was awesome for most of us.... an informal poll revealed that the day after graduation was the most depressing day of our lives for more than half of us -- the other half claimed the first day of college was more depressing.] Would I be sad going home to reality after such a FUN blast from the past?
As it turns out, no. Instead of leaving high school friends and starting over in a new country where I know no one, I'm coming home to our house, our pets, my career, my friends.... my happy life!
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