Ten years ago, I graduated college. I was at my parents' house, packing for an internship in Washington, D.C. with no idea what I was going to do when it was over at the end of the summer.
I was excited because Hillary and I would be working together along with her now husband. I was scared out of my mind because I had never spent so much time so far away from home in such a big city. (Plus it was the summer after 9-11 and my mother hand wringing re: terrorist attacks and her baaaaabeeeee.)
I made poor dating choices while my friends were happily coupled. I thought that I might never get married - this coming from a girl who believed in fairy tales and Prince Charming for most of her life.
Ten years ago, I thought I was becoming an adult. I thought I knew what I needed to know. I thought I was big time.
I started thinking about all of this over the weekend. A friend posted on Facebook that it had officially been a decade since we all sat in our black caps and gowns, giggling and laughing together through the graduation ceremony. Because we were screwing around outside while our class lined up, we were the last in line, meaning the venue was almost empty but for out families by the time we walked the stage.
Hillary and I sat on the beach in awe of the fact that it had been 10 years. So much has happened in the past 10 years but I don't feel much different than the girl who had no idea what she was going to do after graduation.
I met my husband within 18 months. We were engaged about two years later and married within nine months. Less than two years after that we bought our first house and I was pregnant with Peanut. Then along came Gizmo.
In that time, the husband and I have had multiple jobs and positions. We've been promoted, moved and he's changed companies. We've done well in a time that many people have suffered economically. We've been lucky and blessed.
As we contemplated the past 10 years on the last day of our vacation, Hillary and I tried to wrap our minds around where we will be in 10 years. That's when we realized that The Boy and Peanut will both be teens and Beastie and Gizmo will be in that wonderfully awkward pre-teen range.
Mind. Blown.
Where were you 10 years ago? Where do you think you will be in 10 years?
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5 comments:
Balls.
10 years ago I was knee deep in grad school and T and I were talking about getting engaged and married. I lived with my best friend and worked for my dad.
10 years from now, Ezra will be 14 and Iris will be almost 13. We'll be 18 years into our mortgage and I'll be 46.
Okay. 46? Eff me. Wait. T will be 54. HAAAAA. That's better.
10 years ago I was about to graduate from college and had just gotten married. I was 20.
10 years from now my kids will be 17, 15, 14, and 12 and I may be in an insane asylum. ;)
Our house will be almost paid off. (!) I'll be 40.
Whoa. 10 years ago I was just finishing up my freshman year of college. I hadn't yet broken up with my high school boyfriend. I had just barely joined my sorority where I made some of my best friends.
10 years ago I was still 3 years out from meeting the man who I would marry.
10 years from now I'll be about to turn 40 with kids will be 14, 12, and 10. I have no clue where we'll be living or what we'll be doing!
10 years ago I was a junior in high school. I'm pretty much exactly where I thought I'd be 10 years from that point!
Right now, 10 years in the future sounds heavenly. Somewhat self-sufficient children! Of course, I'll have a 13-year-old girl, so it may not be a better time. We'll see.
Whoa. Reflection!
10 years ago I was 20 years old, hoping to start dating the man I married a little over a year later. Wow.
10 years from now I'll be 40, Eriana will be 11, and hopefully I'll have my PhD and a teaching career!
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