Decade meme
Mar. 9th, 2011 11:14 amGrabbed from
dexfarkin.
2011: The year of my 41st birthday. I'm living in Canada with roomie
dexfarkin and working for the Ontario government as a legal assistant. I'm in therapy and on medication for depression. Life has its ups and downs, but despite the downs, I feel like I'm living my life for myself.
2001: The year my twelve-year relationship ended. I was living in Wodonga, a country town, working part time and trying desperately to deal with the fact my life - and all my plans and expectations - had fallen apart. I felt like a failure, most of the time. Also, my second [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and Walkabout.
1991: Almost twenty-one and in my third year of university, just about to celebrate my second anniversary with the guy I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was living in a share house with two other girls in Brunswick and I was studying psychology, with two medical-type classes that were fascinating but too science-based for me. I would eventually barely pass both and drop my grade average down. I was also studying criminology, to make up a failed second year class, and loving it.
1981: The year we moved to the farm. We lived in my great-grandparents' house while our place was being built - I had a funny little lean-to room in the back that was long and narrow, and I loved because it was away from the rest of the house. I had just started high school that year and had three best friends - Jenny, Diana and Carolyn. The summer before school started in March was spent painting gates and sheds and water tanks on our property, and I had flecks of khaki green paint in my hair on that first day of school.
1971: I was one year old and we were living on an Army base in Seymour. In another three months Mum would be pregnant with my younger brother, born in February 1972.
2011: The year of my 41st birthday. I'm living in Canada with roomie
2001: The year my twelve-year relationship ended. I was living in Wodonga, a country town, working part time and trying desperately to deal with the fact my life - and all my plans and expectations - had fallen apart. I felt like a failure, most of the time. Also, my second [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and Walkabout.
1991: Almost twenty-one and in my third year of university, just about to celebrate my second anniversary with the guy I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was living in a share house with two other girls in Brunswick and I was studying psychology, with two medical-type classes that were fascinating but too science-based for me. I would eventually barely pass both and drop my grade average down. I was also studying criminology, to make up a failed second year class, and loving it.
1981: The year we moved to the farm. We lived in my great-grandparents' house while our place was being built - I had a funny little lean-to room in the back that was long and narrow, and I loved because it was away from the rest of the house. I had just started high school that year and had three best friends - Jenny, Diana and Carolyn. The summer before school started in March was spent painting gates and sheds and water tanks on our property, and I had flecks of khaki green paint in my hair on that first day of school.
1971: I was one year old and we were living on an Army base in Seymour. In another three months Mum would be pregnant with my younger brother, born in February 1972.