I think our busy (but fun!) summer is unofficially over. This past weekend saw us traveling once again, this time on the road to my hometown for my 10-year high school class reunion. I have looked forward to my class reunion(s) since before I ever graduated from high school, and I can say that 10+ years down the road, I enjoyed being there just as much as I had anticipated.
I grew up in small town Nebraska, and though I now live neither in a small town nor in Nebraska, a piece of my heart will always remain there. It’s part of who I am. My past is there, and that means a lot of memories are there.
Obviously, I have been back home many times over the past 10 years. However, when the purpose of the trip was to attend a class reunion, more memories and emotions were evoked than what I would get from the typical we’re-going-to-Grandma’s-house trip.
Reuniting with old friends–people who share so much of my past–really was a most unique feeling. We engaged in good conversation almost as if it hadn’t been 10 years since we last did so. There was a sense of camaraderie in the comfortableness of it all. It felt good to be back together again.