Last weekend was my 10 year high school reunion.
But I didn’t go.
It’s not like I didn’t want to go–actually, I was curious to see what everyone from my small, coal-mining town was up to in the big world. I knew that most were married and still living in Utah, but I’m sure a few anomalies from my class were doing some really amazing things.
It would have been nice to visit my small hometown after 7 years of absence and catch up with the class of ’08, but due to distance and finances it just wasn’t feasibly possible.