The reunion

And moving on...

I was stabbed with a little nostalgia recently. Actually it was more like a tidal wave of memories.

You see, I had a little bit of a reunion.

My friend Jenny (from Omaha) and I recently spent a few days together after not seeing each other for nine years. We parted as awkward teenagers and reunited as sophisticated adults. Or something like that. (I moved to Ohio after sophomore year). We didn't keep in touch very well, until we recently discovered each other on blogger. Craziness. Well, now we're both newspaper geeks. She's the graphic designer for a small Iowa newspaper. You all know what I do.

While her boyfriend spent every waking minute in a computer engineering conference, I showed Jenny the sights of the town. We went to an art museum, shopping, and ate at my favorite restaurants (ha). We drowned ourselves in cosmos while watching the Golden Girls with Jonny. We had coffee with Kerrie. We kept running into my exes (yikes).

It was fun. And it also made me realize how much we have changed while staying the same. She's into pop music now and is more open with her feelings. I learned so much more about her now than I ever did in high school. I, on the other hand, became more interested in decent music over the years. I am a lot more cynical and weary. We've kind of switched personalities a little.

And realizing those changes made me so sad. I miss being that cute little high school theater brat! I miss being 92 pounds! I miss being a dancer! I miss being pretty!

Um, anyway.

Hopefully we will see each other again some day before the next nine years creep up on us.

We'll see.