The End and Home Again...
Dec. 3rd, 2003 11:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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straif and his wife (whose LJ name I don't recall offhand) which was lovely and most fun, and included the hand-off of the 'dance monkey dance!!!' mix cd, and then more family time (in the bar). Then there was a lesson in actual Italian cooking. And yes, now I can make pizza/bread dough and gnocchi from raw ingredients!!! Next time I hope to learn the ravioli techniques. Next time, I'd also like to actually manage to meet up with cissa, among others. It was a bummer, but I will be back in a few weeks.
So then we come to the last part... The high school reunion. It's funny, because whenever I spoke to people of going, their reactions tended to be very polarized into "EVIL PURE AND SIMPLE FROM THE 8TH DIMENSION!!!" or "Oh, yeah, those are always fun!" with a serious slant towards the former opinion.
And I don't know, apparently I'm the weird one. I had a good time in high school. It wasn't all sunshine, and it wasn't all bad, it just was life. Bad moments and good, I'm glad I made it through, sure there are things that would've been nice to change, but whatever. I was ready for it to end when it ended, and I didn't feel a lot of sadness about it. But so I went to the reunion and had a really good time. I'm not going to go into any kind of specifics about it, exactly, other than to say that it and the associated bar-hopping end were really fun. It was good to talk to people after so long. I don't run into anyone, living 4 hours away, and there really were people I was glad to see. It was good. Really. I felt very elated afterwards and I think I put some ghosts to rest in my mind.
Then I had a minor relevation that I pondered on the drive home. I realized, while at the reunion, talking to someone about our respective lives, that I really am happy. I mean, I said, "Well, I'm happy" and realized that it actually is true. Moreso than probably at any other point in my life (though I have more or less enjoyed most parts of my life, I must say). I have down moments, hours, days, but I feel so much more complete... that's not really the right word, maybe content? Yes, there are lots of not quite as I would like them things in my life (we'll take the lack of an S.O. as an example), but overall, I am happy.
And I hit no traffic coming back to NJ!!! It's a miracle. I didn't even get stuck in Waterbury staring at the evil clocktower (which I think is actually a first). I even unpacked my car! Well, except for the logs. I'm kind of procrastinating there... So I go back to work, one of the cooks asks me where I've been, I ask him if he missed me and he says, "Every night, I couldn't sleep!" Good to be back, oh yes, but I really did have a good time in MA.
straif and his wife (whose LJ name I don't recall offhand) which was lovely and most fun, and included the hand-off of the 'dance monkey dance!!!' mix cd, and then more family time (in the bar). Then there was a lesson in actual Italian cooking. And yes, now I can make pizza/bread dough and gnocchi from raw ingredients!!! Next time I hope to learn the ravioli techniques. Next time, I'd also like to actually manage to meet up with cissa, among others. It was a bummer, but I will be back in a few weeks.So then we come to the last part... The high school reunion. It's funny, because whenever I spoke to people of going, their reactions tended to be very polarized into "EVIL PURE AND SIMPLE FROM THE 8TH DIMENSION!!!" or "Oh, yeah, those are always fun!" with a serious slant towards the former opinion.
And I don't know, apparently I'm the weird one. I had a good time in high school. It wasn't all sunshine, and it wasn't all bad, it just was life. Bad moments and good, I'm glad I made it through, sure there are things that would've been nice to change, but whatever. I was ready for it to end when it ended, and I didn't feel a lot of sadness about it. But so I went to the reunion and had a really good time. I'm not going to go into any kind of specifics about it, exactly, other than to say that it and the associated bar-hopping end were really fun. It was good to talk to people after so long. I don't run into anyone, living 4 hours away, and there really were people I was glad to see. It was good. Really. I felt very elated afterwards and I think I put some ghosts to rest in my mind.
Then I had a minor relevation that I pondered on the drive home. I realized, while at the reunion, talking to someone about our respective lives, that I really am happy. I mean, I said, "Well, I'm happy" and realized that it actually is true. Moreso than probably at any other point in my life (though I have more or less enjoyed most parts of my life, I must say). I have down moments, hours, days, but I feel so much more complete... that's not really the right word, maybe content? Yes, there are lots of not quite as I would like them things in my life (we'll take the lack of an S.O. as an example), but overall, I am happy.
And I hit no traffic coming back to NJ!!! It's a miracle. I didn't even get stuck in Waterbury staring at the evil clocktower (which I think is actually a first). I even unpacked my car! Well, except for the logs. I'm kind of procrastinating there... So I go back to work, one of the cooks asks me where I've been, I ask him if he missed me and he says, "Every night, I couldn't sleep!" Good to be back, oh yes, but I really did have a good time in MA.
