Friday I’m embarking on the dreaded necessary roadtrip to my old stompin’ grounds: San Antonio. Also known as San AntonE or S.A. (you can interject your own ideas for what we could have said that stood for…) Technically I never really lived in San Antonio, but it was the closest major city to us, so we claimed it.
I haven’t been to San Antonio in several years. Mainly because I had no reason to and partially because I had no desire to. I think most people grow up and either run far away from their hometown or plant roots in it and get ready for the long haul. I was the former. When it was time to consider colleges my only considerations were schools that were far away. Needless to say, I was ready to leave.
Now I’m going back and I actually have a reason, and a pretty good one. My friend Melissa (Mel) is getting married in a few weeks and this weekend we’re doing her bridal shower and bachelorette party! I’m excited because Mel and I have known each other since we were 8 years old. She is truly the longest maintained friendship I have. Sure I’ve reconnected with other, older friends, but Mel and I have stayed pretty close this whole time.
Though I’m an infamously bad road trip partner (just ask anyone I’ve ever been on a roadtrip with, though they may not even remember me being on the trip since I was probably asleep the whole time), I do pretty well when it’s just me. I’m looking forward to the roadtrip because I want to practice my Farsi (which I do through audio lessons in the car) and I just want some ALONE time. Well that, and I want an excuse to stop at a “Texas Stop Sign” and get a DQ Butterfinger Blizzard! YUM!
Perhaps this is why I need a co-pilot on long road trips…I can’t be trusted!
So while I am looking forward to this weekend and hanging out with Mel, the one thing I always dread about going back to SA is that I’ll run in to old high school class mates. It’s not like I was the “Carrie” of my high school or anything, so I shouldn’t have anything to fear – but I have this silly hangup that if I run in to an old classmate they’ll think I live there still and I don’t want them to think I stayed in SA! There is nothing wrong with staying there, if that is what they wanted to do, but I have found I am so proud that I left. I think really what I’m proud of is that I left my old self in San Antonio and became someone totally new when I moved up to North Texas/DFW.
What about you? Have you changed so dramatically from who you were in highschool that you might have the same fears? That those people from your “life before” might think you’re the same person and that’s the last thing you want them to think?



















