Is a foreign country that you can go back and visit, but you wouldn't want to live there again. Or maybe you would. Some people loved High School. Some people would do anything to live in the dorms again. But some people hated the food, got the shits from the local water, and don't even want to look at the pictures.

Spent the weekend at my ten-year University Reunion. And I'm not sure in which of the above categories I fall. Do I think about it? Yeah. Do I want to go back to it? Well, there's a couple things I would have done differently, but not really. It was part of how I got to where I am, and for that I'm eternally grateful. But I'm also grateful for not having to work full time AND go to class full time. I'm glad I don't have to share a bathroom, or worry about intervisitation and sneaking out of girls rooms after a certain hour. I'm grateful that I can now live on something other than Tuna Helper and ramen. Although I still have a weakness for ramen.

Going to a Reunion is a bit like taking drugs. You probably shouldn't do it, but your friends convince you it's a good idea. It gives you a bit of a buzz, fucks with your head, and you're affected differently than you thought you would, but it's not necessarily a bad trip. And it's a little bit addicting-- you kinda want to do it all again, once you recover. Recovery range being anywhere from a year to the hardcore user addicts, and ten years for the more recreational user.

I don't think I'll be back for another reunion for ten years. There was something strange seeing how young the most recent grads look, and how old some of the other classes look. It made me very aware of my oft-forgotten youth, and my own mortality at the same time. I've got some grey hair, but it's not receding. I've put on weight, but I can still see my own dick. I've gotten more responsible, but I can still choose to do stupid things.

At the same time, it's not just about the reunion. I caught up with almost as many friends from High School as I did with College friends. I'm a hundred percent unbiased in my catching up with whomever over lunch/dinner/drinks/hike up a mountain, as long as I have time. Whichever region of the foreign-country past you're from, let's catch up. Reunions are a good excuse, but honestly, do we need an excuse?