As last night was Wednesday, we had our typical gathering of friends over for dinner (chicken enchiladas, in case you were curious). Over dinner we started reminiscing about “the good ol’ days” of college. Megan and I, both being University of Portland alums, had quite a few entertaining stories about college parties and their aftermath. At one point we were laughing so hard about a particular projectile vomit story (sorry Jesse!) when Kristen asked me how I could laugh about something like that, as she would have been so disgusted and angry. I reassured her that at the time I was quite mad and totally grossed out, but looking back now it’s hilarious.

This got me to thinking about how we remember things. At the time you are miserable and irritated, but as the years pass, you are able to look back and actually laugh out loud. I, for one, know this is totally true about high school. When you are there, you’re obsessed, tortured, paranoid and even scared. All you can think about is getting out of here and going to college. You think about how people say it was “the best time of their lives” and wonder what they did differently to actually like high school. Then when you are a few years into college and realize how hard it actually is, high school does seem pleasant. And now here I am. I am going on being out of college for three years and now I can look back at it fondly.

I think its odd how our memories tend to fade about the bad things and highlight the good, no matter how few and far between they were. But where I am at now, I am actually enjoying myself. I love my life. I love my husband. I love my friends. I love my house. I love my pets. And a thought just snuck into my head: Does that mean in a few years I will look back at this point in my life and only remember bad things? God I hope not, cause right now there are way too many good things I don’t want to forget!