Time is a funny thing. The topic of high school reunions came up the other day, and some people were just astounded that I had zero inclination to go to my 20th.
Really, I just can’t imagine how I would even begin talking to people that I haven seen in 20 years about who I am now, and what I do for work or fun (often the same thing). I was thinking about the idea of what 20 years means, and how things change and the things you do. I started to plot out what 20 years looks like for me, in simple terms. Work, travel, people, pets and places I have lived. I am leaving out all sorts of things, of course, but these seem the easiest to navigate.