So, my brother got married last weekend.
And then three days later, we all got together at my parents’ house to say goodbye to my sister because she left for college on Wednesday.
And in between those two Major Life Events, I turned twenty six and suddenly I feel like I have to cross all sorts of grown up things off my list because I’m basically staring thirty in the face and running out of time to do things like become a morning person and decide if I prefer white wine or red wine.
Basically, it’s been a big week around here.
Tonight is Emily’s first weekend night as a college student, which is really unbelievable because it was just yesterday that she was coming to Penn State with my parents to visit me and my brother, all the while vowing she would NEVER, EVER, EVER GO TO PENN STATE like the rest of us.
She was going to be different.
Break the mold in a family full of Penn State alumni.
But between you and me, I think she was destined to be a Nittany Lion from day one.
In honor of her new adventure and all of my nostalgia, I went through my box o’ important documents the other day to remind me of my youth. And in addition to my diploma, graduation cap, and several English books, I found two documents that made me laugh.
When I was a senior, my parents brought a car up to Penn State near the end of the semester so that I could pack up and drive myself home as soon as I finished my finals. Along with the car, my dad brought with him detailed directions about how to actually get myself home. Back then I had absolutely no sense of direction, or a GPS. And so I taped this piece of paper to my dashboard so I could look over at it during the journey.
I was nervous about making the drive, and my dad even sent me an email the morning I left, encouraging me to “Just remember, once you make it to 83 south, you cannot go wrong.”
I went wrong. In fact, I went wrong all the way to Grantsville, Pennsylvania.
In the past four years I’ve developed a (slightly) better sense of direction, and I’ve acquired a GPS. And, in a twist of what I’d venture to call irony, the home office for the company I work for is halfway to Penn State and I have to take these very same highways to get there. Every 45 days.
Oh Life, you are funny.
And now for Exhibit B.
My Penn State student ID.
Could I possibly look any less thrilled?
The answer to that is no, no I could not.
I’m happy to say that not only has my sense of direction improved since college, but also my ability to smile appropriately for identification photos. Take my recent drivers license picture, for example.
I’m so happy to report that a fairly normal smile made an appearance.
It’s just a shame that I couldn’t find a pair of large earrings.
Dear Emily, smile in your ID photo. And if you need a pair of earrings to wear, just let me know. I can be there in three hours, I still have the directions.