Age meme
How this works: You comment, I give you an age (please tell me how old you currently are, since I don't necessarily know) and you fill out the meme questions with what applied to you back then, and now.
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wordweaverlynn gave me 32. I turned 32 in 2005.
I lived in:
San Francisco, CA, in a loft apartment with my then-new husband. We got 3-month-old kittens, Lexi and Tori, in August of that year (our previous cat had passed away in 2004).
Now: We live in the same place, with most of the same furniture, and the same cats, rather older now.
I drove:
A 1995 Honda Civic.
Now: Same car, a little more beat up but still running strong.
I was in a relationship with:
My husband, T. We'd been together since late 1998, and I moved in with him in 2000, and we got married in 2004, so we were newlyweds, but it didn't really seem like it, since it was a longish engagement.
Now: Still married. So far, so good.
I feared:
Not finding a good job, then later never getting out of my terrible job (see below).
Now: Even though I'm once again unemployed, I feel much better about my prospects. So that fear is much lessened. Now I worry more about my aging parents, T's aging mother, my sick cat, my own health.
I worked at:
I started working at my first professional librarian position shortly after my 32nd birthday, at a career college in Emeryville, CA. It was not a great job, but it got me enough experience to prepare me for the much better job at the art school, which came along just about a year later. So it was worth it, but ugh. Those of you who knew me then may remember how stressed out and unhappy I was there.
Now: Contentedly unemployed, looking for librarian work with some good leads, but okay to take it as it comes.
I wanted to be:
A librarian. Which, fortunately, I had the opportunity to be. Also this was the year I started publishing my fanfic, finally realizing my lifelong dream of being a writer, even if not quite in the way I would have envisioned.
Now: The same, really. It's striking to look at this list and realize how little in my life has changed over the last eight years, and how little of it I would do differently. Stagnation, or contentment? Mostly the latter, I'd say. If it ever becomes the former, then I'll need to reevaluate.
wordweaverlynn gave me 32. I turned 32 in 2005.I lived in:
San Francisco, CA, in a loft apartment with my then-new husband. We got 3-month-old kittens, Lexi and Tori, in August of that year (our previous cat had passed away in 2004).
Now: We live in the same place, with most of the same furniture, and the same cats, rather older now.
I drove:
A 1995 Honda Civic.
Now: Same car, a little more beat up but still running strong.
I was in a relationship with:
My husband, T. We'd been together since late 1998, and I moved in with him in 2000, and we got married in 2004, so we were newlyweds, but it didn't really seem like it, since it was a longish engagement.
Now: Still married. So far, so good.
I feared:
Not finding a good job, then later never getting out of my terrible job (see below).
Now: Even though I'm once again unemployed, I feel much better about my prospects. So that fear is much lessened. Now I worry more about my aging parents, T's aging mother, my sick cat, my own health.
I worked at:
I started working at my first professional librarian position shortly after my 32nd birthday, at a career college in Emeryville, CA. It was not a great job, but it got me enough experience to prepare me for the much better job at the art school, which came along just about a year later. So it was worth it, but ugh. Those of you who knew me then may remember how stressed out and unhappy I was there.
Now: Contentedly unemployed, looking for librarian work with some good leads, but okay to take it as it comes.
I wanted to be:
A librarian. Which, fortunately, I had the opportunity to be. Also this was the year I started publishing my fanfic, finally realizing my lifelong dream of being a writer, even if not quite in the way I would have envisioned.
Now: The same, really. It's striking to look at this list and realize how little in my life has changed over the last eight years, and how little of it I would do differently. Stagnation, or contentment? Mostly the latter, I'd say. If it ever becomes the former, then I'll need to reevaluate.