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As a group of my peers gather this evening in the small town where we threw our caps in the air back in 2002  for our 10-year reunion, I can't help but think about the person that I've become in the time that's passed.  I found one of my senior pictures and was hit with a pang of nostalgia as I realized just how little I knew when I was 18.  So much has happened since I drove away from that town to start my life in college!

Oh to be 18 again... wait, how about 21.
 I think I'd do 21 again.
Another amazing realization today occurred while getting ready this morning:  I've known my husband for 10 years.  I met him my freshman year of college.  I can't believe I almost didn't go to Platteville, but I am so thankful that I did.  Some of our dearest (and craziest) friendships & memories are from our time in college.  

Maybe it's wrong, but I'm most excited for a 10 year college reunion.  High school to me just seems.... different.  I was forced to go to that school; it wasn't a pivotal choice in my life.  Okay, I did have a choice, it was that or a private Lutheran school -- I'm not Lutheran.  So the decision was made, I am a Gosling.  It's true.  Fiercest bird you'll ever meet.  








Nerdy as ever in 2012.
What of it?
  • Graduated high school, 2002
  • Started at Platteville, 2002
  • Graduated with bachelors degree, 2007 (it was the 5 year plan)
  • First teaching job, 2007
  • Moved my happy ass to Chicago, 2008
  • Started masters program, 2008
  • Moved in with Porch, 2009
  • Major surgery followed by months of recovery and treatment, 2009/2010
  • Education Coordinator, 2010
  • Got hitched to Porch, 2010
  • Graduated with masters, 2010 (those last three?  happened within a week of each other!  BOOM!)
  • Found my way to Reggio Emilia, Italy, 2012
  • Site Director, 2012


As I look at this list, I realize that things have only gotten better with time and quite frankly, I don't wish to ever be 18 or even 21 again.  In fact, I'm quite happy with where I am right now:  researching more travels to Europe, working at a job I enjoy going to each day, and happily married to my best friend.  Life is pretty great on this side of 25. That being said, this time next year I'm sure to be a bit weepy & nostalgic as I will turn 30 in 2013.  But let's not dwell on doom's day just yet.... I mean, you're only as old as you act right?

Celebrating 10 years of friendship,
5 years together,
 and 2 years of wedding bliss....
not too shabby!
I'm certain I'll be 25 for quite some time then & that suits me just fine.  I'm going with 25 because I like that it's mid-twenties and also the age when you can rent a car.  Not that it comes up often, but hey... I want to be able to drink and rent a car so...

Keeping that logic in mind, how old are you?  


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  1. MJ and BatmanJuly 7, 2012 at 5:28 PM

    You’re going with 25 because your little sister will be 25 next month :)

    Also this means you haven’t seen me in a whole freaking year and that is just completely unacceptable.

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