Still a bit apprehensive in ways I can’t exactly put my finger on.
I loved everything about high school and despite my crooked teeth and uber-awkwardness, I had a ball.
My friends included cool kids, cheerleaders, crazy-smart geeks, freaks and band nerds even though I was none of those things. I don’t know if that made me inclusive and progressive, or just clueless and desperate.
Let’s go with that first thing.
I loved them all and when I moved to Arizona during my junior year, I mourned my loss. And for those of you who’ve never lived without cell phones and email, let me tell you, it’s an abrupt loss. Complete lack of contact. I may as well have moved to the moon.
I guess what worries me is that they’ve meant more to me all these years than I’ve meant to them. Do they ever think of me and all the good times we had? Am I included in the recollections of their excellent adventures? Or am I a blurry presence at the edge of a distant memory?
But more importantly, do I hide this extra eight-and-a-half pounds with Spanx or do I, literally, let it all hang out?
PS – Here’s how it went.