Oh my
Last night I pulled out one of my memory boxes from Scranton. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard looking through it before. First of all, what the CRAP was I doing with pictures of Alan Greenspan? Was he ever that cool? Probably not. Second of all, I thought I threw some of those pictures away. For shiz. There is one in particular that I used to hate because I thought I looked “fat.” If I could I’d go back and kick myself in the head. I was not fat. Nope. Not even a little. 20 years old and the crew team was better to me than I realized at the time. Cut to me getting John moving the eliptical trainer into the house for general use. Yup. Gotta get to that soon. And thanks, Sara, for loaning me that outfit so that my post pregnancy self could look back and become depressed. Tis ok. I can get back there, right? Maybe not 20…but 23? That was a pretty good year, too. Of course it found me in London, living on chicken and rice and whatever anyone would feed me…walking for 8 hours a day. Yeah. Have you heard about my beautiful baby boy?
A few years, marriage and a baby can give you a lot of perspective on your college self. Probably not as much as I’ll have 10 years from now, but it was definitely interesting. I was especially amused by letters I had kept from various guys I dated. One collection I threw away entirely. Another one I kept because it was so pathetic (poem included) that I just couldn’t get rid of it. I think my life has always been a bit busier that I thought at the time, more people and drama going on than I realized. Makes me wonder what I’ll think looking back at now. I’m just glad I found John and that we have our Camper, and although being married and having a baby comes with a lot of “grown up responsibilities,” it also comes with a lot of peace and feelings of establishment and support and joy. I’m pretty happy with where I’ve ended up so far, and am looking forward to all the good stuff coming up. Especially that elliptical….
