Where has the Time gone? - Part 1: Back to Bad Aussee
Pretty much exactly ten years ago, I opened my blog post about a trip to my ten year school reunion by remarking on the rather impressive trail I’d blazed in my little over thirty-one years at the time. Now, as I’m well into my forties, This has become even more clear. Granted, I haven’t moved around much physically anymore, only from the city centre to the suburbs of Cork, but my professional life has certainly developed in some interesting direction. And yet, I can’t help but think back at the heady days of 2001 and 2002, my last year in school, and the people I met back then. It’s a part of my life that simply has stayed with me more than many others, despite the fact that my attempts at attaining a higher education ultimately turned out futile. So you can imagine how happy I was when I got an email back in May of this year inviting me to the twenty-year reunion. Naturally, I accepted and, once the timing was nailed down, I set about booking the flights and hotels needed to get me