Train Stations and High School Reunions

Hello everyone!

Happy Thanksgiving! Although I don’t celebrate this holiday with anything special and rather just hang out with my family, I do love seeing all of the amazing food pictures and decorations around town! I love this holiday because the entire city quiets down and everyone is radiating gratitude and happiness

So how fitting but to get sentimental and attend a high school reunion?? Yes, my 5 year reunion was yesterday. I’m baffled that it’s already been 5 years, but at the same time, it’s only been 5 years??

So of course, after classes yesterday, I headed over to 30th street station to go home and attend the event.

Train Stations: Those of you who know me, know that I really love airports. The raw emotions of seeing someone you have missed after a long time, and the excitement of visiting a new place and going on new adventures, is something that can’t be described. So of course, train stations are even better – especially with their winter and holiday decorations and Christmas music playing softly in the background. It was an idyllic snow globe – everyone was rushing to head home for the holidays and bundled up holding gift bags and coffees trying to stay warm in the 30 degree weather

Finally, after killing a few hours, Sbucks in one hand (yes I love Pumpkin tea, I mentioned that in the last post, but have you had their pumpkin spice chai? ahhmazing!), 3 bags in the other (my Thanksgiving is spent studying for upcoming exams!!) I finally headed home for the 5 day break

High School Reunions: So I’m one of those weird people who actually really liked high school – and I’ve basically been looking forward to my high school reunion since the day after Graduation. But the closer it came, the less exciting it seemed to hang out with 600 people (only about 100 of which probably knew my name, only about 30 of which I talked to) and talk about our lives and accomplishments. But alas, I decided to go – it’s never or now, right?

And as overwhelming and anxiety-inducing as it was to stand in a bar with 100 people who I graduated with, I’m glad that I went. It was nice listening to snippets of peoples’ lives: everyone is on their way to making their dreams come true, and living in apartments with their friends, and just rocking at life, so even though the awkwardness was radiating throughout the room, it was a nice evening
And it’s always nice hanging out with people who are excited for you/proud of you: “Oh my god Sandhya! you’re in law school? that’s awesome! you’ve always wanted to be a lawyer! I’m so proud of you!” is a nice thing to hear 🙂

And if I could go back and do high school over, there is so much that I would want to change, but I guess everything happens for a reason.

Without your past, you could never have arrived — so wondrously and brutally,
By design or some violent, exquisite happenstance …here

So my fellow 2013 Patriots, cheers; I hope y’all are well, and wish you life, love, and happiness, and maybe I’ll see you guys in 5 years 🥂

xo

Sandhya

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. This reminded me of how much I like Union Station (I only went the once when I was there with you). It’s so pretty there! It’s mentioned a lot in the love letters between my great-grandparents (1920s) which makes it extra magic for me.

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    1. Sandhya says:

      Thats so sweet💕❤

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