I've mentioned before that I'm a huge fan of 30 Rock. As I was driving home last week so I could attend my *cough, cough* 10 year high school reunion, I couldn't help but think of the episode where Liz Lemon attends her high school reunion and finds out that while she remembers being a nerd and the one to be picked on in high school everyone else remembers her as the bully and the one to do all the picking on! I have very fond memories of high school and would like to think I, and those involved, left it mostly unscathed which is why I was sure I was going to have a similar experience as Liz, where I show up anxious to see old friends only to realize everyone's disdain for me. Well... that didn't happen! Or at least not that was verbalized. So, 'twas a great 10 year reunion all around! Not only was I not singled out as a crazy bitz, I was voted as the one who "kept their good looks." So, thanks! I'll take that. (But.... wanna see my stretch marks? I totally fooled you.)
And on a related side note, I received a welcome reassurance this weekend as well. Nothing major, just an appreciation of my youth. I can say things like "my youth" now: I've been to a 10 year reunion. I grew up in a town of 1700 people and although it's developing it will always be a small prairie town. I absolutely loved growing up there and have treasured being a Magrath girl. Since my parents moved away 9 years ago I have unfortunately felt a disconnect from my hometown. Despite living there from 6 months old through 19 years old I have let myself feel like I don't belong there anymore. This weekend was so good in helping me realize that I am a Magrath girl, that I still belong there and that people there do love me. I'm sure this sounds trivial but I appreciated realizing that despite being gone for so long somewhere I love still loves me back.