As I mentioned in my pervious post, Ten Years & Ten Images, I didn’t attend my ten year high school reunion. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go, it was simply that living in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, made travel back to the US more than once a year difficult and expensive.
I attended EuroSpring through Bemidji State University back in 2005 during my junior year of college. It was a phenomenal experience with amazing people, resulting in a lot of personal growth and fantastic memories. We had a little five-year get together back in 2010. I was living in England at the time, so a quick trip back to Minnesota to meet up with my classmates wasn’t very feasible.
This year, now that I am living in Grand Forks (a quick five-hour interstate drive from Minneapolis), I was able to attend our ten year meet-up event. Since I have never been to reunion, I was really irrationally nervous. I still know a lot of these people. I keep up with them-ish on facebook. However, catching up with a group of people I hadn’t seen in years scared me. Reunions (similar to each birthday) cause inevitable introspection–Where is my life going? Ten years, and this is where I am? Is this where I thought I would be? Where do I want to be? Am I happy? Is this happiness?
I went. I loved it. I stayed with one of my best friends, Sam. I attended a delightful outdoor version of Two Gentlemen of Verona presented by the Classical Actor Ensemble. On Saturday morning, Sam and I wandered through the Stone Arch Bridge Art Festival. When we finally met up with our fellow EuroSpring classmates that evening, I wasn’t nervous. I was only happy. I was excited to catch up with everyone. I felt relieved to be able to fully be my weirdo-self in a social setting.