For the past week and a half, I’ve been visiting Seattle, the city where I grew up and where my mom still lives.
Though it’s the biggest metropolitan area in the Pacific Northwest outside of Vancouver, BC, it sure feels like a small town.
In my short stay, as during all my previous visits, I’ve bumped into a handful of people from high school.
Now, I think I look mighty different. And, I’ve been told by people who met me in period after I got braces but before I had jaw surgery that my face has changed dramatically.
Nonetheless, Roosevelt High School acquaintances NEVER fail to recognize me, even when I desperately hope they will.
Ten years, one upper jaw surgery, and many months of high-tech braces later, here I am. The same person, only not at all.