Friday, June 17, 2011
Two Different Places
Yesterday morning I ran into an old friend from elementary school. I was dropping off business cards to try to get some tutoring jobs at a local elementary school and there she was picking up her son from pre-school. And her second son was strapped into his car seat in the back of her car. Her pre-schooler hopped into the car, throwing toys off the seat and stomping on crumbs on the car floor. My car, although it may have crumbs, has a tennis racket in the back seat and is littered with papers. She asked me what I was up to, and I was telling her about how I quit my job and am going back to school to get my teaching degree when we were interrupted by another parent who had to ask her about contributing to the class gift. I really enjoyed seeing her because I had heard she had two kids and was wondering how she was doing. At this point in my life, I could not even fathom having two kids, but here she was, the same age as me, and this lifestyle seemed to suit her perfectly. It's amazing how two lives can start in the same place and completely diverge to end up somewhere entirely different.