Has it Been Ten Years Already?

Monday, March 29, 1999

I got an e-mail today from a friend of mine, and she told me that her mom got a letter for her about our upcoming class reunion this fall; seems my letter got delivered there too, though I'm not quite sure how they managed that. I guess someone knew where to send it that it would eventually get to me.

It's hard to believe it, but it's been nearly ten years since I graduated from high school. Ten years! What with getting ready to move to Virginia right around the real anniversary of my graduation, it almost feels at times like I've slept away the last ten years of my life. I should be just getting ready to turn eighteen.

So am I going to show up three sizes smaller, six inches taller, and with a big rock on my left hand? Nah, I doubt it. The three sizes smaller might be onesize smaller than I am now, and that's still bigger than I was back then. Wish I could grow the six inches; maybe I should find some cute platform shoes. Nah... not my style, and I'd probably break an ankle, trying to navigate in them. I might not have a big rock or a gold band on my finger, but I'll have a wonderful guy on my arm... can't beat that with any number of carats!

I mentioned the message and the date to Jev when he got back from dinner tonight, and he's already looked and plane fares out there and back. We'll only be able to stay for the weekend, since he won't have any vacation time due yet, but it'll be nice to show Jev where I grew up and all. We'll have to do the Disneyland ~ Knott's Berry Farm ~ Redondo Beach Pier and all another time, when we can actually go for a real vacation. Hmm, maybe a weekend on Catalina? I do miss the ocean.

Anyway, I'm excited about getting to go back and see my classmates and my home of days gone by.... it's hard to believe it's been almost five years since I was even in California; wonder how different it will seem. Hmm... maybe by then I can have my license, and Jev and I can rent a car without a hassle (he's not 25 yet, so most agencies won't rent him one without a fuss), and we can drive around and see the sights on Sunday, before we have to go back to the airport. That is, if we don't stay up till ungodly hours on Saturday night!

Other than the friends I've kept in contact with over the years, I've never been able to track down anyone else from our class at Bellflower; there were a few who I suspect must be connected, but maybe we just weren't all that wired of a class. So why do my mother, an aunt, an uncle, and Mom's ex brother-in-law all have e-mail? I thought their generation was the one that avoided the Internet, not mine! *chuckle*