I\'m Summer, a mouthy, sarcastic bitch. I\'m passionate about natural birth, long term breastfeeding, and living naturally. I curse too much, love tattoos, and will some day be crushed to death by my book collection. I homeschool, dream of gardening, and swing to the left. 
Ten Years Gone By
Homecoming is this week. The class reunion emails are flying. Class of 99, baby. Ten years.
I am so not looking forward to this. Not only does the prospect of spending time with people I didn’t like trying to pretend I’m thrilled to see them again make me want to gag. But then admitting that in ten years I’ve managed to not leave this damn town makes me depressed. I railed for four years of high school to leave this place, and yet I’m still here.
Thrilling, I know.
I had so many plans ten years ago. I was going to write a novel, become comfortably rich, get my Ph.D, adopt a little girl, and live out my days somewhere warm and sunny. Wow, the 18 year old me was so bright eyed and sure of herself. If the old me saw me now, I’d kick my own ass.
I didn’t go to my 10th or the 15th (last year). No desire. Nothing to prove to anybody, no enduring highschool friends from the class except 1. The rest were a year younger than me, and therefore would not be at the reunion.
Nah. I didn’t go and never plan to.
I know how you feel. I haven’t achieved everything I plan on achieving or become the person I want to be… Yet.
When that happens, I still don’t intend to go to the reunion. LOL
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