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.
Where were you 10 years ago? Where do you think you will be in 10 years?