Just this afternoon, I got yet another email reminder about my five year college reunion. And while I’m looking forward to going with my friends, catching up with everyone and going to our homecoming football game, I started to think about how much can change in five years.
Five years doesn’t really sound like a long time, in the grand scheme of things. My 10 year high school reunion next year sounds much more daunting. But five years ago, I was 22 and my life was really different.
(I had just turned 22 in this photo and was visiting Austin for the first time.)
At 22, I was living in Austin. I was freelancing and job hunting and wondering if my degree would be of any use. I felt like I didn’t know how to make new friends. I was still a little hung up over the one guy I wasn’t sure I would ever get completely over. I drank a lot and ate pretty poorly. Overall, I made some not so great choices as I stumbled down the path of post-college life.
In the time between then and now, I have:
* Gotten three tattoos (two back pieces a small piece on my chest)
* Bought two cars
* Moved four times and across the country
* Had four different jobs
* Fallen in love
* Lived with a boyfriend for the first time
* Traveled outside of North America for the first time
And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. It’s only when I sit down and think about everything that’s happened that I realize that I’ve changed quite a bit. At some point, I became an actual adult. Do I have everything figured out? Not by a long shot. But I’m finally feeling secure about who I am and where I’m headed.
So this reunion will be an opportunity to reminisce about the fun times that were had in college, but also serve as a reminder as to how far I’ve come since then. Cheesy, I know.
Anywho, I have a three day weekend coming up, but only because we have to be out of our old apartment on Monday and that’s when the movers are coming. I’ve never hired movers before, so this should be an interesting (and hopefully stress-free) experience. Then I have less than a week to unpack as much as possible before said reunion begins and my friends come and crash on our couch. Here goes nothing!