My seven-year high school reunion was tonight. (Yes, seven years; we tried two years ago and it just didn’t work, so we tried again this year.) It was good to catch up with old friends and see how they’re doing.
The thing I’m walking away with, though, is that four hours isn’t long enough to say, hey, I am a different person, and here is how. It’s one thing to have known people; it’s another to actually know and be known by them now. There’s a lot that’s been lost between us, and the joy of reunion is bittersweet.