When a reunion and reminiscence meet....
Yesterday was an amazing commemoration of bonds formed around eight years ago. One of my first year high school classmate and friend, came to the Philippines for a short vacation. She left for the United States in the middle of our first school year in high school (as far as I remember), and I haven't seen her since. Well, not until yesterday that is.
Around fourteen of my previous classmates came for the get-together. I didn't have expectations in mind, but I felt excited about seeing my batch mates. I looked forward to hearing stories about how we have changed and what careers were we working on. Though I had a few things I would like to share, I was more curious about how these people dealt with life in general. Maybe my psychological radar was strongly stimulated by the pending conversations.
Despite having less than half of our entire class present, the atmosphere brought about our auras and personalities highlighted every place we have been. From a milk tea place, to a famous pizza chain and finally to a packed bar, our voices and laughter filled these places as if we were regular customers or even the owners of the businesses. What made the entire experience more memorable was that I got to spend more time with my best friend. She planned not to attend the reunion, but circumstances have placed us in the same milk tea shop at the perfect time.
Looking back on how the afternoon (and night) went, I feel amazed by how we have come together. As classmates and friends, we have seen each other's first encounters with puberty. These are the people who were involved in teenage issues, heightened emotions, rebellion tendencies and other chaotic situations. These are the people who, even if time and distance may have temporarily separated us, decided to create a new set of precious memories.
Though time seemed to travel like light, I was amused by how the present characteristics of these classmates of mine seem to be a rewind of my first months in high school. In the reminiscence of a few high school memories, our laughter and reactions gave life to the perspectives of how we remembered. We grew older, but our spirits remained youthful. The levels of maturity within the group also got me really interested, priming my attention towards subtle cues and body language. Realizing I was not supposed to be extracting every bit of information I can, I switched my over-analyzing radars to a pause. With everything happening in a breeze-like manner, I feel grateful that He blessed me to have such experiences. And I will be patiently looking forward to other amazing reunions.
I hope you have heartwarming reminiscence soon.
Until the next reunion,
Myra
(Credits to reunionclass.com for the photo)
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