waxing nastalgic. or something.

Last weekend, we made a trip back to our collegiate alma mater. It was a fun day, visiting with old friends and seeing all of the changes on campus, but in a lot of way it was kind of strange.

It’s been 5 years since we were students there. FIVE YEARS. I know it’s so cliche and everyone always says this, but SERIOUSLY- where does the time go? Thinking that it’s been 10 years since I was in high school isn’t nearly as hard for me to grasp than the fact that it’s been 5 years since I was in college. I suppose it’s probably because in the 5 years since college graduation, more changes have taken place than the first 5 years since high school graduation.

The only thing that really was different from 1997 (high school) to 2002 was that I lived in a dorm for 4 years, I graduated college, got a job, and got married. Now, those are all big deals… but I still felt like the same person. The same little kid.

The changes since 2001 until now… where do I start? Dan and I bought a house, he got his Masters degree. I switched careers. I quit my job to work for myself. And now- we’re having a baby.

And those are just the surface changes. Inside, I feel different too. It’s funny how much of a change there is between 22 and 27. Only 5 years.. but such a big five years. I think it’s really the time when most people- at least me- officially GROW UP. Instead of caring about trying to schedule no Friday afternoon classes, I’m caring about college funds for our future children and taxes and my BUSINESS. We care about home improvement projects rather than where everyone’s going on Saturday night after the football game. And soon, it’s going to be diapers and breastfeeding and sleep schedules when it used to be late-night ‘study sessions’ that turned into ridiculous hyperactivity and what time is cheerleading practice? and meeting Dan for dinner at the cafeteria.

That’s not to say that I miss those days.. maybe parts of them and that’s only natural, but I really am truly happy where I am now. Which generally speaking is that I’m working at home, for myself, gestating a baby, and which specifically speaking is laying on the couch, watching tv while I have a computer in my lap, gestating a baby. Who WOULDN’T love that? :) It’s just that this weekend started me thinking about all that stuff, and how quickly things change. We talked about it in the car on Saturday, and I looked at Dan and said, “Scary thought- we think the last 5 years went fast. Wait until this baby is born. I have a feeling we haven’t seen anything yet!”

And that’s okay. But sometimes it’s both comforting and terrifying to stop and look back at where you’ve been.


  1. elisabeth

    October 19, 2006 12:12 pm

    Jen, I know exactly where you are. In fact I posted about it not so long ago: http://www.eacweb.com/MrsMosley/?p=15. The odd thing is that in the mere two months since I wrote about this subject, I have started to feel more like an adult. Actaully, I think I was feeling it at the time I wrote the post, too, I just didn’t want to admit it! We are even thinking about babies. But in the back of my head, I still hear that voice… “You are just a kid. Babies?! What are you talking about??”

  2. Sunshine

    October 19, 2006 1:22 pm

    I feel the same way — I just can’t wrap my mind around the fact that I’m a grown-up.

    I really wanted to make it up for homecoming this year…but it just didn’t work out. Maybe at our 10 year reunion!

  3. Laura

    October 19, 2006 3:44 pm

    I agree with the others. For me, I am in the middle of those changes. I feel like I shouldn’t have kids until I’m “done” with them but I sometimes doubt if I’ll ever be. I still grieve for my “past life”, the one where I wasn’t a grown-up, and I knew that I wasn’t. Now, I usually don’t know who I am.

    Have you heard John Mayer’s “Stop This Train”? If not, you should. It’s exactly on.

  4. Melissa

    October 19, 2006 9:24 pm

    (Laura–I LOVE that song!!! :)

    I agree. It’s just kind of shocking to put things in numbers or years and realize that high school and college kids think we’re grown-ups. Ha! If they only knew! ;)

    In coming up to my 28th birthday I feel more “me” than ever before. Not any less lost, in certain ways, and maybe not much wiser. But more… Content. Fulfilled. Genuinely happy right where I’m at. Of course, that’s not to say I didn’t get tears in my eyes when I had to put some of Oliver’s “newborn” clothes away this week! :(

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