Monday, September 28, 2009

*UPDATED* I do not feel old enough to have been to a high school reunion

Saturday was my ten-year high school reunion. I didn't know what to expect of the evening. And, well... I guess you could say it met my expectations.

As I walked around the room, I noticed much of the conversation went like we were reading off a brief timeline of the history of our lives from the past 10 years. "Went to college, graduated, got married, moved, moved back, had kids." Or, "Moved to Hawaii, culinary school, moved, working." Or, "Went to college, got my bachelor's, moved to Boston for graduate school, got my master's, moved to Dallas, working and getting married." (That last one is me.)

It got me thinking. Back in May, while moving I thumbed through my senior year scrapbook and took a look at the goals I had set for myself for the ten years following high school. So what goals do I have for the next ten?

I don't have a set list. Or even think these are all things I want to do within the next ten years. But they are things I want to do eventually. So I guess this could be called my bucket list. Nor is it in any particular order.
  • Hike up to Machu Picchu
  • Get my 5K time to under 30 minutes
  • Kids at some point
  • Get back to writing
  • Visit Greece, Italy, Russia, England
  • Cooking lessons
  • Get better at windsurfing and maybe actually complete a race
  • Camp in the Grand Canyon
That's all I can think of right now. This list is not complete by any means. But it's fun to remember to dream.

UPDATE: I almost forgot the funniest part of the whole night: The look of anxiety on DF's face when he asked if my high school boyfriend would be there, and then the look of relief when I informed him that my high school boyfriend actually went to a different high school, so he wouldn't be at my reunion. It had me giggling for quite some time.

3 comments:

Jenn said...

Um yeah. High school reunions. Oy. But, I love DF's anxiety! Like he has anything to be worried about! HA! :)

p.s. I miss photos-of-the-day. Just sayin.

jessicabold said...

I keep begging my husband to go to his...but it's a no-go. Shame...I'm 13 years younger and I keep trying to tell him it'd be a GOOD thing...

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Cary said...

Things get a lot weirder at your 20th reunion. Just wait. I'm glad I went but I wouldn't do it again.