I hang out mostly with my peers. This is not my preference. It just happens.
Lately, I’ve noticed that most of our conversations are about the past. At our age, looking forward is less interesting (and scarier) than looking back.
The other day, Peter and I were talking about the best and worst decisions that we have made over our fifty-six years together.
Marrying each other
Having two children
Having careers in education
Moving back to Cambridge to be with our friends
Not marrying each other sooner
Stopping at two children
Not taking a family sabbatical year abroad
Leaving life-long friends to move closer to children
We’ve had a great run.