Two weeks from today, I will arrive in Amherst, Massachusetts for my College Reunion. My TWENTY-FIFTH Reunion. Two-five. Two and a half decades.
Boy, I’m old.
But seriously, I’m excited about this. The advent of Facebook (and having gone to my 2oth Reunion) means I’m more in touch with many of my classmates than I expected, and ideally, I know a little bit about them.
And at the same time, I’m a little scared. Frankly, I think I’m probably a lot more fun (and cuter) on Facebook (or here) than I am in person. After all, you can edit yourself – or not - when you’re sitting in front of a screen.
Then there’s my job, which is hard to describe, and while I think it’s consequential, I’m not at all sure the College agrees with me. It’s also kind of insular and hard to explain.
And last, but not least, I’m no longer at my goal weight. Admittedly, I weigh about 25 pounds less than I did at the 20th, but there was a short time period in there (which luckily coincided with my 25th high school reunion) when I was actually at my goal weight. I liked it there. I’m still trying to get back there. But I won’t be there in two weeks, unless I immediately stop eating, drinking water, and do nothing every day but work out. And even then, I have my doubts.
Still, I do have great hair.
It’s not like I’ve even considered not going though, and it’s certainly not like I think I’m not going to have a great time. I’m going; it will be a blast; and I will be glad I went.
But I am excited and scared. Just putting it out there.
P.S. Bonus points for anyone who can tell me where my title for this post originated.