I really enjoyed high school. Everywhere we moved was a better social situation for me and it culminated with a great high school experience. I met great people and learned what I wanted to do with my life while in high school. So yeah! I'm fairly excited. I am a little sad that it will limit me to seeing friends only from my class. And even then not all of them. We scattered pretty effectively.
Despite my excitement I can't help but worry that I failed somewhere. I lost my job. I'm not (yet) married. I have no kids. I don't own a house. My life isn't all that thrilling. If I lived in a city being all fabulous I don't think I'd care so much, not that the size of Albany should count against me. Many people from high school got master's degrees, got married, bought houses, had kids and can already afford solo vacations on the Outerbanks. I can claim none of those things. I chose a different path. And I know that. I don't even know why that's really bothering me. I must not be really okay with the path I did pick and where life has taken me. What else can explain this ill-ease? The people I'm going to be spending most of my time with tomorrow night are people who don't give a shit about that kind of stuff. We'll have fun regardless of the degrees we have or the amount of money we make. I know that. So I should just forget my worries and look forward to shooting the shit with my friends while we wait in line for the buffet complete with open bar. Yeah. That's what I'm going to do. And it's going to be awesome.