2003

Mild pre-New Year’s Freak Out thinking about 2003. Why this year? Who knows the specific depths of my psyche, but perhaps because it lies so conveniently on the so-far-it-feels-forever-ago timeline, yet recent enough that I have some foggy memories that pop in every now and again. Mostly because the news can’t let me forget it.

I was 26 – barely over my quarter life crisis; younger than my boyfriend now. And I was living in the depths of surburbia with a guy seven years my senior, and I was completely lusting over a waitress at Big Al’s Diner in Larchmere (yes, including one completely awkward exchange in my car in her driveway after a fun night out… oh, I can never live that embarrassing pseudo-dating snafu down).

He (the ex) gave me a car for my birthday that year (of which I was strangely reminded a few days ago on Twitter). I was only co-managing a shoe store. Writing to pass the time. And looking forward to going back to school. Something he didn’t agree with. And told me once that he wouldn’t marry me if I returned to college. Thank the Fake Gods for that.

It was also the year of my first passport. Acquired for my first Caribbean cruise. It would be another five years before my first stamp.

I knew nothing of Facebook, but I’m fairly certain I was an active participant on Friendster though. And 2003 was also when this blog came to be. However ill-intended and whacked in general process or thought.

Time likes to mess with me. Where the hell does SEVEN years just… go?! And why can’t I remember all the details unless I go through this site’s archives.

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