Ten years ago I went to prom (what a fiasco that was!), graduated from high school, moved to Boston, started college and, in so doing, launched my career in architecture.
1999 was also the year I met Ryan. Big year, wouldn't you say?
My high school reunion is coming up, which has me reminiscing on the past. Recently I pulled out an old photo album holding snapshots of a more youthful me. These images really caught my attention because I saw something in myself, a spark, I'd forgotten was there.
Take a look:
Prom.
My brother Tommy took this picture. It cracks me up.
I've been to the Obamas' residence. That's my old buddy Bryson, who now lives in NYC.
A 16 year old me. In my element at Zion, an all time favorite place.
ShellBell & moi.
Here we are, R&R, a few years after my move to Boston. I have a cold. Ryan is in a rock band. Life as pictured here by my old roomie Lana is as good as it gets.
And I suppose it still is.
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