Good to be home

Gosh, have I changed!

I went to my five-year high school reunion last weekend (whoa) and it's funny - I have changed! I think my humor has become more sharp, and I couldn't have cared less about how people at the reunion perceived me, which is completely not what I would have thought when I was 18!!
I really liked seeing everyone and seeing how they've mellowed out over the years and what they're doing now. Many are married, one is on marriage #2 (yeah...) and some have kids. Some are still in college, partying it up (I am a little jealous ).

Anyway, then I stayed until yesterday and oh my gosh, I was going to die. It was so dramatic at times - I don't miss the catty passive-agressiveness at all. I was kind of pissed when my twin sister wanted to go to "El Porcho" (some hangout) instead of hang out with me - and I didn't want to hang out with them. I guess I'm judgmental, but I just didn't feel like hanging around a bunch of smokers and drinking and listening to them whine about WalMart until 5 a.m.!

Most of the time I busied myself with patching drywall and painting, which was nice. I took my home for granted when I was younger, and fixing some of those things that were neglected for so long (a hole I punched in the wall, a hole when my sister threw something in the wall) made me feel better. My past definitely still hurts me, even though I try not to bring it into the present; trying to "cover up" those little reminders of the past was good for me to do.

Anyway, Jeff had to come pick me up yesterday and all I did was whine and whine the last 20 minutes of our drive home. It was good to vent, and I realized how much I enjoy my life here. Today we've been in our new town for one year, and it's grown on me!! :)