Here I am, in a taxi, on my way to my 30th high school reunion. I went to Spence, an all girls school on the upper east side of Manhattan, from grades 1 – 9. Didn’t graduate from there, sure, but I figure my decade plus gave me enough cred to join the party.
Which was lovely, if a bit weird, as I hadn’t seen some of my former classmates since we were teenagers.
We all seemed to have weathered the storms of our lives pretty well, which was inspirational as it can be tempting to feel like I am the only one of this particular crew who has had some rough patches. Nothing like a little wine, food and old friends to give a person a dose of perspective.
I’m looking forward to the next one, for sure…
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