I was steeped in nostalgia over the weekend. I made a quick trip home to Tennessee to attend my 30th (!) high school reunion. There were 106 of us that graduated together and 37 of us made it for the Friday and Saturday night events. I think we are holding up rather well! I only had trouble recognizing a couple of people and I think most everyone knew who I was without too much prompting. There was something so comforting about being in the same room with people I’ve know my whole life. We remember each other when we were all snaggle toothed in the 2nd grade, horribly awkward in the 7th grade, and overly confident in the 12th grade. It seems impossible that many of us now have grandchildren and there was more than a little talk of retirement.
It felt so good to be with them.
I’ve got a bit more to say about it and hopefully some pictures to share, but I’m still catching up after the longest trip EVER back home. The rain and smog kept traffic moving at a brisk 35 miles per hour for the greatest part of the trip. It was not fun.
But it was worth it. To get my arms around my people, it was certainly worth it.