Time Capsule
I often think about taking this blog down.
Its not much of a "blog" as blogs have come to be known.
When it first began, my friend Jodi was writing about her daily life and it was something fun to do at work. After I read the Post from cover to cover, had my coffee and breakfast, taken down all of the messages from the night before, I'd read her blog. It was then that I decided to start writing my own.
I never intended much of it. I simply wanted to chronicle my life using words on a page - a page that I could access just about anywhere and that my friends and those who might be mentioned in the pages could access.
Times have changed.
It is over six years since I began this project.
I am thirty years old.
When I began, I had not yet begun law school.
I was working as a receptionist at an audio post production house in Flatiron.
I was living in a very small apartment in the east village.
I had not yet started the weekly queer party that was soon to consume the next six years of my life.
Both of my grandparents were still alive.
I was dating a child and did not know or think to know better.
George Bush was president.
The train was $2.00.
What sticks out most in my mind is what I recall of my eager outlook on the world.
It was truly as if I could do or be anything I wanted, and I honestly believed it would happen.
I was young, ambitious, effortlessly creative and eager to begin my journey.
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I will not remove the blog today, but one day I will.
And like most things in my life, it will simply be a thing of my past.
Something that has helped me grow, has acted as an outlet, and has supported who I was at that period.
And though I am feeling quite nostalgic at this moment, I'm sure the next thing I move on to will satisfy that part of me just as well if not better.
Its not much of a "blog" as blogs have come to be known.
When it first began, my friend Jodi was writing about her daily life and it was something fun to do at work. After I read the Post from cover to cover, had my coffee and breakfast, taken down all of the messages from the night before, I'd read her blog. It was then that I decided to start writing my own.
I never intended much of it. I simply wanted to chronicle my life using words on a page - a page that I could access just about anywhere and that my friends and those who might be mentioned in the pages could access.
Times have changed.
It is over six years since I began this project.
I am thirty years old.
When I began, I had not yet begun law school.
I was working as a receptionist at an audio post production house in Flatiron.
I was living in a very small apartment in the east village.
I had not yet started the weekly queer party that was soon to consume the next six years of my life.
Both of my grandparents were still alive.
I was dating a child and did not know or think to know better.
George Bush was president.
The train was $2.00.
What sticks out most in my mind is what I recall of my eager outlook on the world.
It was truly as if I could do or be anything I wanted, and I honestly believed it would happen.
I was young, ambitious, effortlessly creative and eager to begin my journey.
-----
I will not remove the blog today, but one day I will.
And like most things in my life, it will simply be a thing of my past.
Something that has helped me grow, has acted as an outlet, and has supported who I was at that period.
And though I am feeling quite nostalgic at this moment, I'm sure the next thing I move on to will satisfy that part of me just as well if not better.
