I haven’t gone to any of my high school reunions. I was stationed in Beautiful-Sinop-By-The-Sea when my first (ten year) reunion was held. I corresponded with the reunion organizer and let her know that, no, I wouldn’t be attending…I was busy keeping the world safe for democracy and the
Not that I would have had much in common with my classmates, anyway. I transferred in to North (
Still and even, I am nostalgic for those reunions I never attended. As a matter of fact, I’ve always harbored a quiet envy for those who grew up in a single place and formed life-long relationships that date back to grade school. That’s an experience one simply cannot replicate, and one that’s sadly lacking in my life. On the proverbial other hand, I had (relatively) unique experiences as a young transient in life. Most days I’m of the opinion that I wouldn’t trade the life of a military brat for a stay-at-home childhood and adolescence. But then I’ll read something like Lileks’ reunion post and I have second thoughts. But…it is what it is, nu? For better or worse.