I was walking to yoga last night and noticed that the university campus (where my class is held) was buzzing and teeming with life. Oh yeah, school starts this week.
And I indulged in a walk down memory lane back to MY first day here at college. Moving into the dorm. Eating in the cafeteria. My first quarter’s load of classes: calculus, biology, music theory, brass methods, Being Human in Three Cultures (that was a lame class). Meeting people. My first voice lesson.
And then it hit me. I started college here exactly ten years ago.
Has it really been ten years? 10 YEARS?!?!?!?!
Do I LOOK ten years older than the incoming freshman? Just because Maruja, the elderly greeter at my door at church, still thinks I’m a high schooler doesn’t mean it’s true. It’s been a long time since people have thought I was younger (or older) than I really am.
Yikes. Ten years.
What have I been doing all these years? I spent three and a half of them finishing up college. And a year at home. And a year working on a master’s degree. And four years being a mother. And almost six years being a wife. And more than six years (and counting) paying off all that education.
Why am I still here in Southern California? I know now…it’s because I swore during those years in college that I would never ever ever choose to live in smoggy, crowded, busy, desert-y Southern California.
My grandma says I shouldn’t swear.
What did I think I’d be doing ten years down the line when I moved here for college? I probably thought I’d be a doctor. <snort> And I would be, too…if I’d followed Plan A. I should be just getting ready to start a family…having now gotten through all the necessary doctor education. If I was able to find a husband in medical school.
So I guess I’m ahead. Because I’m going on Child #3 instead of just getting started.
And I’m glad I’m not a doctor.
Weird, weird, weird. And all you people who’ve already gotten past the 10 year markers, don’t mock me for my innocence and juvenility…you know it’s weird.
And all you people who haven’t reached any 10 year markers, your time is coming.