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So the title of this blog is "10 Years in the Life", named so because it's now been ten years since I graduated from college, and ten years that I've lived in New York City. If you had asked me, back on the eve of leaving college, what my life would be like ten years later I really couldn't have told you. I probably would have guessed that I would be married (I am) and had kids (I don't) and that I would be working (I am). Otherwise, I really had no idea. I remember when I moved to the city for my first job I was miserable. I thought I'd last a year, maybe two, tops. I even kept my school bank account (at a bank that had no branches in NYC) because I was sure I'd return to that city. I definitely wouldn't have guessed I'd still be here so many years later. I remember I had a cousin that had lived in the city 10 years at that time, and she seemed ancient. And now I am that person.

The reason for all this introspective-ness is that I went to my ten year college reunion not so long ago, and it's made me realize how full these past ten years have been. I'll write more about the actual reunion later, but for now, I feel like it's good to take stock of your life; where you've been, and more importantly, where you're going. For so long our lives are metered out in small, neat parcels and milestones. Four years of high school, four years of college, first job, getting engaged, getting married, having kids, etc. At some point there's just, well, life itself, stretched out before you with no real schedule or timeline you're "supposed" to follow.