I have always heard that it is impossible to “go home.” Obviously, this is a metaphor for the years and wisdom and growth each of us has lived, making it impossible to return to the beginning. But on reunion weekends, people try, going to their hometown high school , visit with first friends, reminiscence, and remember.
It is the friends from long ago , and some with-whom I have kept up who are the real reason I’m going. We knew each other before we were defined by a mate, profession , family.
I have decided not to take the computer which honestly is causing me withdrawal. This will be a weekend of laughter, maybe some tears, memories, renewing friendships, and sadness that my family is all gone. I will visit them in the cemetery. I will be home back in New York on Tuesday with lots of stories to tell you !
Ah, the anticipation, excitement, trepidation. . . . all go together make me feel that I am “going home!”
Ta ta for now!
Do you go to your reunions? How were they?