I had a hard time deciding what I was going to write about tonight. I had two topics in mind and just needed to choose one.
Tonight was my oldest son's choir concert. This particular concert was a combined concert with his choir 7th and 8th graders and the choirs of the high school he will go to next year. This concert was held in the high school auditorium (much better acoustics than the middle school gymnasium).
Before I get to the meat of my story, hence the origins of the title of my post, you need to know that I do not currently live in the town in which I grew up. When I got married, I moved to my husband's home town. We live about an hour south of my hometown. My hometown, Mansfield OH, is on the small city scale and many residents move on to bigger towns if and when they finish college. In this case, Columbus, OH. Now, back to my small world story.
So, I was waiting to enter the auditorium with my two younger sons when a lady comes up to me and says, "You're from Mansfield, aren't you?" I recognized her immediately as the mother of my high school best friend. Apparently, she says that I haven't changed a bit in the 24 years since I last saw her (go me!), and I recognized her from her daughter's Facebook pictures. As it turns out, she was there to watch her granddaughter, who is a Freshman at my son's future high school,. What a small world!