I went to my ten-year high school reunion. Nothing reminds you of how not-far you've gone in life when you attend your ten year while still in grad school. You arrive and everyone looks so grown up and adult-like!
And then you realize that you flew into town, so you had to drive your mother's car to go party with your high school friends. Congratulations, exactly nothing has changed in ten years. In fact, you've reverted back to 10th grade, before you had your own car.
The only difference is that some people got fat or bald or became alcoholics. And thank god for that, because you've got to feel good about something when they're talking about their marriage(s)/house(s)/kid(s)/job(s) or the lovely osso bucco they had just last week at this fancy new restaurant.
I brought canned soup and packages of ramen to work this week for lunch, while riding a bike I bought at Target, in a pair of boots that my mother gave to me because she is *too skinny* for them now.
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