There are so many weeks when I get to the end of them and think, it can’t be Monday already?
The same can be said for the past 21 years since I left high school. On the weekend, some of the class of ’91 crashed a reunion that the class of ’92 were having. Fortunately one of the ’91 guys had the good sense to marry a lovely and very organised ’92 girl and it turns out that ’92 crew are entirely more able to organise a piss up in a brewery (or a pub as the case might be) than we are.
I regularly keep in touch with 2 of the people from my year that were there and via the wonders of Facebook have a fair idea of what some of the others had been up to.
In the end, the slightly awkward, so what have you been doing preamble could be summarised as – kids? work? what do you do? Of course today, the day after the reunion, I have my answer. Married to a lovely man for 12 years, 2 kids, a dog and 2 chooks, work part-time. Yesterday though it was hard to summarise the last 21 years.
Just where has it gone? Uni –> job 1 as a receptionist for a small oil & gas company –> job 2 for a uni –> job 3 for a different uni. Been there ever since in different capacities. Been with the same lovely fella since 1994. Built a home & life with him. 2 beautiful babies. Time just FLIES.
I guess the people who I’ve really kept in touch with are the ones I was most connected with, I still count several of my high school girl friends as my closest friends who can pick-up where we left off, regardless of whether it has been a week or 12 months since we last saw each other, but it was great seeing the others. Our school was a small one in a small country town and it’s wonderful to know that they’ve built their lives in their ways and we can still re-connect after all these years. But damn it’s hard trying to condense 21 years into a few words!