Wow 2010. Wow. Weren't we all just fearing the stupid Y2K, millenium thing....
In January of 2000, I was half way through my student teaching year, and half way through my Masters program. I was loving both and felt like I had finally found the thing that I wanted to do.
This January 2010, I'm halfway through my TENTH year of teaching. Yikes!
In January of 2000, I was living with my parents and dreaming of moving out.
In January of 2010, I ironically live up the street from my parents in the condo I bought myself three and half years ago. ( I did live in a bunch of other places, before landing back in my hometown. I sometimes regret the move back to the 'burbs, but during a snowy winter I love knowing I always have a parking spot. And someone else will plow it out.)
In January of 2000, I was driving my second card- a red two-door 1992 Toyota Tercel. It was like my wind-up toy. I felt like there should be a giant key that goes in the back to get it to go. It had teeny tiny tires, and I always felt like I was being blown all over the highway. And it had no air conditioning!
In January of 2010, I have a 2009 Ford Escape. Yes, air conditioning. Blue tooth....love it.
In January of 2000, I had surprisingly short hair. It must have also been a non highlighting time, because it looks pretty dark! I'm going to work on scanning a picture.
In January of 2010- I maintain sunkissed locks all year long- and speaking of long, but hair is a little ridiculous right now. I have incredibly thick hair. Isn't straight or curly, but strangely wavy. I was supposed to see my beloved hair dresser this week, but she went on bed rest :( I'm scrambling to find someone to color and cut this mane.
In January of 2000, I think I weighed around 1** lbs.
In January of 2010, I weigh twenty lbs more. Ugh....I have done quite a bit of fluctuation in these last ten years. Including a brief time about four years ago when I was just about at that magical weight above. It really isn't about the number anymore, but how I feel and how clothes fit. There was a definite ephinany over this cookie filled vacation that perhaps I will write more about another time. (I could use a little moral support.)
In January of 2000, I got my first passport. (In hopes that I might visit my good friend Elizabeth while she studied abroad in Sweden.)
Guess what I need to renew before the end of January 2010......hmmmm......something I probably should've taken care of this week.
Where were you 10 years ago?
4 comments:
22 years old... I was living in D.C. working for a non-profit and deciding to apply to law school. I was dating Aaron. Now I'm married to him (for 7 years), have twins with a third on the way, live in Boston, own a home (and a minivan!) and work at a Big Firm. The 20s are really a time to get started on our lives, aren't they?!
I was living in Baltimore on my own, in my first year of grad school, and single. It seems like forever ago, and only yesterday. Now I have my degree, a job, a husband, a house, and 2 kids. Seems weird to think about what a different lifestyle I have now!
Ten years. Some things change yet some remain. I'm with you in the weight thing - definitely not something I've enjoyed gathering over the past ten years!
I was midway through my post graduate year at Carnegie Mellon and rang in the 2000s in Vegas!
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