Dear Class of 1997,
Can we eat nachos yet?
As I have the day off today, I am throwing random clothes into my suitcase for my long awaited trip. (That is a lie. They're actually color-coded and rolled neatly to prevent wrinkles.) This weekend I’ll be heading home to Minnesota for my 20th reunion. Only four more days!
20 years! How crazy is that? What an accomplishment. What a lifetime ago- that seems like it was just yesterday. And when did we get... old?
I’m so beyond excited; however, I cannot help but see a few apprehensive posts and messages on Facebook in addition to the excitement. Could it be true- that at our 38/39-year-old place in life, that we are still nervous to see the ones that saw us back when we had overall jeans and mullets?
Quick answer? Yes. Probably. There is some stupid pressure that goes along with having been graduated for 20 years. We should definitely have it all together by now, right? We should be gently snuggled into our career field of choice, with a 401K growing ever so diligently. We should have our debts paid off and a nice college fund saved up for each of our kids, right? We should have our ‘forever’ home bought and at least a decade into the mortgage, right? Student debts should all be paid off by now, degrees are all completed, and we’re living all happily ever with our significant other. Oh, and we’ve also managed to lose those 15 pounds we’ve been battling since college, or post-babies, or whatever, right?
Oh crap. But what if we don’t?
What if we’re still trying to figure out what we want to be? Or paying off debts, or trying to lose the weight? Hell, I’m still fighting with pimples- and wrinkles! What kind of an evil is that about?
And now, we are 4 days away. I’m thinking I’m probably not going to lose the weight or the wrinkles. But I was able to color some of the gray out of my hair. Because I’m sure everyone will care- because I know I’m going to be analyzing everyone else’s gray hair. Or… not at all.
The reality is, I’m so beyond excited to see the friends and classmates that I grew up with for 13+ years. I cannot wait to hear their stories and what their secrets are to surviving this life. I cannot wait to laugh at old stories, and reminisce. I cannot wait to share a beer and sincerely just see everyone for who they really are, because there is something so unique and special about the bond that you form as kids. There is an understanding- an unspoken knowledge of the many things that we all went through to become the adults that we have become. They know. They were there.
And so, four days away from my reunion, as I’m packing my suitcase, I think I’m going to enjoy a plate of nachos and a beer. Maybe I’ll even wait until after noon. Maybe.