As I sat on the couch last night struggling to stay awake through yet another round of Olympic diving, it occurred to me — as it has often occurred to me in the past year — that life has changed.

Just four years ago, Hugh and I had a ‘date’ to watch the Beijing Olympics. We ordered Chinese food (to feel closer to Beijing?) and sat on the couch in his parents’ house in Vienna. Hugh was living at home and interning before heading back to Blacksburg for one more semester. I had graduated in May and after some odd jobs around campus, had moved back home with no solid future plans to speak of.

Now, four years later, I sit next to the same guy on our own couch in our own home watching the London Olympics. We are both gainfully employed and instead of Chinese food, he scarfs down several nights worth of leftovers. We cheer shamelessly for a Team USA win that happened earlier in the day, discuss the physical appearance of every athlete, and occasionally fall asleep on the couch. Okay, the sleeping part is just me.

And some nights — when I’m feeling particularly crazy — instead of scheduling an Olympics-watching date with my boyfriend, I have my lady friends over to gorge on Olympic coverage, snacks and wine.

Go Team USA.