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I am in absolute shock. I just received an email from my high school and my twenty year reunion is this summer. Flabbergasted! Astonished! Amazed! That's what I'm feeling. I'm not old enough for anything to have happened TWENTY years ago. Wasn't I just sitting in a room at Jamestown High School taking my SATs? Didn't I just finally save up enough money to buy those Guess jeans? Didn't I just talk on the phone with a friend so long my ear hurt? Well, actually I did just do that.
Where did all that time go? It's amazing to think about the last twenty years. Since graduation I moved to California, did the college thing, moved to Europe, returned to the States, met the man I married, had a career, made three people, started my own business, met some incredible friends, and well . . . turned into a housewife. It's amazing really what twenty years will do to you.
Upon graduation I absolutely expected to move to California and get a few bit parts in something: a sitcom, a movie. But once I moved there and HATED IT, that dream changed, but never really got replaced by something concrete. I dabbled in theather, psychology, and english, but nothing really stuck. I haven't really figured out what I want to be when I grow up. Now, I'm more interested in the people in my house growing up than myself.
Now I don't want you to think I regret my life. I don't at all. While in L.A. I saw a news clip of Madonna going out for a run. She was being followed by twenty people. Uck! We saw a couple of celebrities in clubs and restaurants. Everyone stopped talking and stared at them. So I realized that if I did moderately well, I would be miserable. Even doing local community theater in Jamestown people would recognize me and talk to me. I hated it. I could not have handled real celebrity. I would have pulled a Britney and completely flipped out. So I gave it all up. Yes, I made that sacrifice, to be normal. And here I am as normal as can be, happy as a clam on a good day, and a bad day too.
By the way, I will not be going to the reunion. We have planned a family vacation to Chicago and that sound waaayyy more fun to me.
3 comments:
Chicago IS fun, but if there's an opportunity to revise your plans and attend the reunion, I think you should consider going. I skipped my 20th, and then later was copied on some emails where some old friends mentioned that they wished I was there, and then I realized that I missed what was possibly the last opportunity to spend a little time with some people who were once dear to me, which is the reason to go. The whole "what have you done with your life" routine goes by kinda quick, and if you are happy with the choices you have made, or the life you have ended up in, that will come off as more impressive than the fame you once sought anyways. And you won't need a filmy excuse of shunning it for the inconvenience of the papparatzi.
I went to my 5 year reunion and it was OK. Then I went to my 10 year reunion and HATED it. The people who were dear to me then are still in my life and I don't need a reunion to see them. So, I boycotted our 15 year reunion and by boycotted I mean I didn't plan it and since I didn't plan it, no on else planned it either and there wasn't a 15 year reunion. Something tells me we won't have a 20 year reunion either. And if we do, guess what? I won't be going.
I had a different high school experience, because I went to three different high schools. So I have no contact with my classmates. So missing the reunion is no biggie.
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