Yesterday was moving day, well moving out day that is. There just so happens to be a lovely little eight day gap between the day our old lease ends…and the day our new lease starts. It’s the perfect length of time to take a tropical vacation to swim with dolphins in Hawaii in my opinion but my bank account begs to differ. It’s a missed opportunity if I’ve ever heard of one. So what am I doing until September 5th? Certainly not swimming with baby dolphins or laying on the beach drinking Pina coladas. Jeff and I are living with his Grandma in our hometown, Maple Valley.
What?! You haven’t heard of Maple Valley?! Shock and awe over here. It’s my cute little suburban hometown about 45 minutes outside of Seattle. It comes complete with a beautiful lake, a few good restaurants (for a small town) and some grocery store parking lots for high school kids to hang out at each evening. It’s the cool thing to do so I can’t really blame them. Anyways, Maple Valley keeps winning awards and contests for the best place to raise a family lately so I have to admit the place is getting a little conceited. I mean, the Safeway just got remodeled and the vitamin section is looking pretty yuppy. Maybe the high school kids will start loitering there instead? There were definitely times during my high school days that I walked to Safeway with my friends and spent a good hour trying to sneak the weirdest objects I could find into other people’s shopping carts…obviously they were made of latex and came in small black boxes. But by far my favorite hobby was “sneaking out” to the lake to go skinny dipping, except it wasn’t really sneaking because I don’t think my Mom would have even cared. Just the sort of opportunities I hope for my children to have someday. That being said, it was a pretty great place to grow up especially if you were the sort of crazy prankster I was.
Growing up in Maple Valley, was a lot different than staying in Maple Valley as a college student which pretty much explains why I never do it. Christmas, Thanksgiving, Birthdays, School breaks…whatever, chances are I’ll be driving down to Maple Valley for the day and returning to Seattle that night because, well I’m sort of really antisocial.
Running into people from high school at the gas station, park, grocery store, Starbucks (always) etc. It’s sort of not my thing. I avoid I contact at all costs:
I do that fake smile because I’m not rude but let’s be honest…the only thing I miss about high school is
the complete lack of financial responsibility prom.
I don’t want to small talk about school, or life plans or boyfriends or summer jobs. Sorry but I don’t need to hear about what you’re doing, if I really wanted to know that’s what facebook is for (Am I right or Am I right?!) Of course there are times that I can’t avoid these inevitable “little chats”. When asked what I’m doing and where my life is headed I’m the MOST antisocial, I’m just like:
I try to speak as little as possible as an attempt to put me out of my misery. Usually it works pretty well but sometimes my fellow Tahoma High School Grads are like “HUG ME” and super affectionate. OF COURSE I hug them back, I’m not some sort of cold hearted psychopath but I feel like this:
And then, if I’m lucky, we part ways. I’m able to order my iced mocha and enjoy several moments of this peaceful small town before I run into another ghost from high schools past (or something like that). Oh the joys of being a social butterfly…I’ll obviously never understand them.
I’m actually really really really grateful Jeff’s grandma is letting us stay with her, otherwise I’d be sort of homeless and that doesn’t sound like much fun. The next week will be good practice for my high school reunion, which means I should probably stop hiding in the library and writing blog posts…starting tomorrow of course.
Have a Happy Thursday internet world!