Seven Years
October 3, 2006 | In: Personal
On Sunday, October 3, 1999, I moved back home to Indianapolis, which, if you pay any attention to the calendar, was exactly seven years ago today.
Prior to moving back home, I ended a nearly four year relationship with my first boyfriend, Rob. We had just moved to Memphis a mere two months before we broke up, having barely settled in our new home in an odd city.
I arrived in Indianapolis on a Sunday in a rental truck, started my new job on Monday, and that night I bought my first car with a $500 down payment loaned from my parents. (I only replaced that vehicle this past December due to a rather unfortunate event.)
So, what’s happened in the last seven years?
- I’ve lived in a total of six places: my parents house, a few apartments, and my own condo.
- I’ve worked for a total of four employers, but two of them were repeats. I’ve been at my current job since January 2005.
- I once planned to live in New York City.
- I had a few serious and somewhat-serious relationships.
- I became a homeowner in February 2004.
- I came down with appendicitis and subsequently had my appendix removed earlier this year.
- I’ve discovered my favorite cocktails and other alcoholic beverages.
- I opened my mind to all kinds of food.
- I’ve managed to travel a lot, too.
It’s a bit fun to earmark this kind of occassion because it gives me the opportunity to reflect on what has happened in my life for the past seven years. I think it’s important.
Honestly, I can’t believe how much time has truly passed; seems like yesterday. Seriously. I was 22 years old when I came back to Indy, and soon I’ll be turning 30.
Can I say that back in 1999 I am where I expected to be in 2006? Hardly! I don’t think I planned that far ahead, to tell you the truth.
So … what about you?
