My ten-year high school reunion is coming up this spring and I think about it every few days. I hope that I'll be able to come home and visit and participate in the festivities. All of that aside, ten years is a long time.
There's a lot of awkwardness for me around that. I've changed a lot, but am basically the same. If you had told the ten-year-ago me that I'd be where I am now, I think she'd be really surprised and a litle excited and a little disappointed.
It's all another step on this journey, and as I look back and think about where I've been, I can't help but to also wonder what the twenty-year-reunion-me would come back and say. I hope by then she'll be privy to a time machine with all the winning lotto numbers.
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