It’s difficult to write about a weekend that just happened, especially after having just returned home on a red eye flight with a grandly dysfunctional layover in Minnesota. Today I will try to show you some of the stuff I saw this week, and tomorrow I will tell you more about the style, so if this post’s hazy recollections bore you, fear not.
It’s funny how the smells of a place stay exactly the same, and you can remember all sorts of crazy stuff when you sniff them again. This interior shot is of the Student Union at Reed College, where I spent countless hours blabbing to my friends, feeling sorry for myself, and flirting. Sometimes all at once, I think.
Even the graffiti was the same! What was different was how real we all suddenly were with one another. I mean, college was intense, and it may have taken ten years to get perspective on it. I know for myself I realized that the people I shared that time with are some of the best people I will ever meet, and I can truly appreciate that now. There was far less bullshit, far more heart-to-hearts, maybe still a few awkward ex-boyfriend encounters, but I feel like the experience kind of crystallized my having grown up somehow.
So if you are considering skipping your reunion because you are freaked out to see everyone again, take it from me. Book the ticket. Don’t worry about what to wear, either, because I will talk all about that too!
June 13, 2011