Ten years ago at this time, I was in France. It was my first experience with international travel, my first time away from my parents for a significant period of time, my first opportunity to see the world through fresh eyes. I was seventeen.
During the trip, I solidified friendships with women who I continue to hold dear. I met a man who became (and continues to be) a very important person in my life. And I caught a glimpse of life outside the Midwest, and I understood what could be. I was very fortunate.
Although I know we won't reunite back on that bench in Aix-en-Provence this summer, my heart is there, remembering.
Maybe we will make it in the next ten years.