degrees of separation
Today, I put on about a hundred miles traveling to two wrestling matches. The last two boys of my family's 50+ year wrestling dynasty are in eighth grade now. It seems like yesterday when I was changing their diapers and making blanket fortresses for them in their living room.
Later, I came back to the Varsity dual at home. Walking into the high school gym was eerie. For a split second, I thought, "Wow. Everyone came back to watch the match over holiday break." Then I realized that they are always there. They've never left. It is their kids that are now running back and forth to the concession stand and being the matmaids.
Driving home after the match, there was country music on the radio. I rarely listen to country - but all my old songs were on and the lyrics were still the same.
But I'm different.
I value having grown up here, but I don't like spending much time here. That makes me feel guilty, but I don't know why. I'm really looking forward to getting on that plane next week. And that makes me feel even more guilty because I don't know when I'll be back.
I knew that three full weeks here would be an endurance test, and I've been managing it the best I can, but I'm ready to get back to my other life.
Posted by Amanda at January 10, 2003 12:13 AM
