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Happy New Decade!

I never really thought much about 2010 being the start of a new decade. I didn't think it was that big of a deal, considering I had seen the beginning of a new millennium in my lifetime.

But the other day I came across The New York Times' Documenting the Decade, a collection a readers' photos from the last 10 years. As I started to gander through the photos, I realized that a lot had happened in 10 years.

There were some startling — yet beautiful — photos of New York City on Sept. 11, 2001. That, of course, made me think of where I was on that day. As I already reflected this year, I was a sophomore in high school at the time. No really, I was just a sophomore in high school. It's really hard to believe that in less than one decade, I have gone from a punk in high school to a reporter in her second year on the job.

I started high school in the fall of 2000. Our class left a lot of great memories there. We were the last class to graduate in the old high school gym at Edgerton. In fact, I played in the last varsity basketball game on that floor. (We beat Tinora by the way, in case you were wondering.)

Then I went on to college. I remember moving in the first day and meeting my roommate. It was very nerve-racking to be living on my own. Heck, my boyfriend (now husband) had to teach me how to do my laundry. That's right, I was an honor's student but I didn't know how to do laundry. (It's still debatable if I really know how to do it today.)

But four years of college really did fly by. In fact, I feel like they flew faster than high school. Kyle and I got engaged somewhere in there (junior year, to be exact). And on the last day of exams before graduation, I landed my first job with The Bryan Times. So I did what almost every college graduate does right away: I moved back in with my parents.

That didn't last long though. After about a month Kyle and I got our first apartment. Then a few months later, we were married.

So to recap, in one decade I have finished high school and college, landed my first job, moved away from home (albeit not very far, but still), and got married to my high school boyfriend.

Wow, just wow.

Yeah, a decade doesn't seem like that big of deal at first. But I guess when you really start reflecting, 10 years can hold a lot of great moments. I hope that you had a decade as memorable as mine, and that we all have another great decade to come.

Happy New Year (and New Decade)!

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