I was a little anxious about going to the wedding, wondering just how many other people from high school I might run into. Three, as it turned out, and we were all at the same table for the reception. People I haven't seen in nine years. They all looked great, and were doing really well, and I was likewise happy to show off my bad self and my charming husband. It was so weird, though, talking with them- it was as though we'd never left high school. As we described where we live and what we do for a living, it felt like we were teenagers pretending to be grown-ups.
One of them said something I agree with: it's nice to visit and find out what other people have been doing, but just for a little while. It's a relief to get back to your regular life, which doesn't include these people anymore.
