what a difference ten years makes
Saw this on a friend’s blog and thought it was an interesting exercise.
10 years ago:
– I was 22
– living in Brooklyn with my fiance, just moved into our own flat
– just about to graduate from NYU
– had just quit my horrendous job working with troubled adolescent girls because I was working 50 hours a week and going to school full time, fiance lost his job (again) and I just couldn’t take the stress anymore
– was really unhappy
5 years ago:
– I was 27
– Living in a beautiful flat in Boston with my husband
– working as program co-ordinator for a day centre for adults with learning disabilities and about to quit because I hated it
– husband was unemployed
– was training for my first marathon
– about to go on a vacation where I would decide I was going to get a divorce
– was pretty unhappy
2 years ago:
– I was 30
– was divorced, just out of a couple of mind-fuck relationships
– had just moved to London 2 days previous
– was living in a city where I knew almost no one, shared a flat with a girl I didn’t know, and had no job
– was pretty excited
Yesterday:
– I was 32
– living in London with my brand new husband
– working for the local council as a project manager in learning disabilities, a job I sometimes think is okayish, and sometimes want to walk out of in sheer, utter frustration
– was looking at round-the-world airline tickets
– was overall very happy
Today:
– spent some time taking care of my plants
– got a parcel from my sister
– baked some bread
– worked on my website
– spent the evening with friends
– was overall very happy
Tomorrow:
– I’ll sleep late and have brunch
– send out my CV
– who knows? been meaning to get to the museum