I experienced the first major anniversary of an adult memory the other day.
The 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin wall.
I read the headline and thought, "20 years?"
Has it really been twenty years since the Berlin wall came down?
But twenty years is a really long time. It can't have been twenty years.
For some reason I feel like I've just left my teens. Oh, I've matured, but it wasn't that long ago.
And then I did the math, the hard science, and realized I've got a 20 year high school reunion coming up.
((shudder)) Good god.
I remember, clearly, when my parents went to their 20th high school reunion, and they were, like, fossils.
Am I a fossil?
More than half my life has gone by since the wall came down.
What the hell have I been doing?
Well, in that time, I've had every romantic relationship of my life
And 5 years of college
Stomped the high school mud off my boots
Dorms and classes
The soap factory and death and music at the tracks
And 5 years of graduate school
Non-linear optics and rowing,
Lasers, Love and sailing
And back to California
And babies (6.5 years of breastfeeding!)
And finally a thesis
The national lab nightmare (3 years)
The non-profit salvation (another 3)
Friends and home, and new sister-in-laws
And now these years in Italy...
Since the fall of the Berlin wall I guess a lot has changed, and it really has been that long. Makes me excited to see what the next 20 will bring.