i was born in a small town

Who says you can’t go home?

This past long weekend was a trip back in time in more ways than one; getting off the “All Northern Maine Points” exit on I-95 always makes me feel 16 again, and knowing that this time I was headed up Rte 1A for my 10 year high school reunion brought on that teenage insecurity in even greater measure this time around. I’ll admit it: I was not just feeling uneasy about my class reunion, I was truly dreading it. I went to school with some great people, but in the weeks leading up to our reunion there was constant turmoil and conflict on the message board designated to planning the big event, and I was mostly feeling like I had just outgrown that time in my life when my small hometown was all I knew of the world. Why, again, was I putting myself through heading right back into the thick of it?

But the big day arrived, and I’ll admit it: I had a great time. Any drama that was involved in the planning disappeared with everyone’s arrival, and most definitely disappeared after a bit of whiskey entered the picture (hello, $2 drinks!).

Here are some pictures of us all dolled up, headed off to my reunion (held at our local Fish & Game Club, of course):

It was so funny to be posing in my old front yard with Mikey, in the same spots I stood with high school boyfriends every year to have prom pictures taken in the spring


Natalie, of course, wanted nothing to do with family photo time, instead straining to get out of our arms to chase the barn cat, collect rocks from the driveway, and race full speed through the grass.


Reunited, and it feels so goooooood, haha! Gathered with some familiar faces, who, I swear, look exactly like they did when we were all 18.


More of the girls, all grown up. Perhaps the most surprising part of the reunion? That there were no big surprises. Everyone was a grown-up version of the classmates I remembered.


Small class, huh? I graduated with 35 classmates in 2001, and this is most of the crew that turned out for our reunion. Actually not a bad showing, in terms of percentage!


Me & my best “bosom buddy,” as we said in high school. 10 years later and we’re still just a couple of goofy girls. 🙂

I’m so glad I didn’t let my apprehension keep me away–it was a really fun night, and I was so happy to catch up with everyone.

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2 thoughts on “i was born in a small town

  1. Firstly, how funny to read the line from the song that I've had stuck in my head all morning! Secondly, isn't it such a relief to have a positive reunion experience? At mine I realized that really, as long as you get past the insecurities, it's kinda fun to see people you haven't seen in maybe 10 years! But wow, those insecurities, they can be strong. Congrats on getting past them.

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