In 2001, I visited Washington, D.C. for the first time. I fell in love. Washington, je t’aime. A plan was born.
In 2002, I graduated from high school. I spent the summer preparing to leave the comforts of home (television, full-size bed) and life as an only child. While I’m sure many co-eds find their first semester of dorm life to be invigorating, I found sharing a dorm with 90 other girls WIHTOUT A TELEVISION IN SIGHT the most horrifying experience of my life.
In 2003, I turned the big 2-0. Though I probably never acted like a “normal” teenager, I could finally let me inner 80-year-old out to play. I did so by eating prunes in public, complaining about noise, and going to bed early.
In 2004 and 2005, nothing notable happened in my life. On Monday through Friday, I attended classes at crazy-Christian-college-that-shall-not-be-named. On weekends, I went home to catch up on all of the shows I’d taped (seriously, it was like 8 hours of stuff). During the summers, I spent most of my days using the free internet at the public library. Also, reading.
[Side note: On May 6, 2004, the final episode of Friends aired. I was an emotional wreck the entire day.]
In 2006, the Great Years began. I graduated from college, possibly the first valedictorian in its history that NO ONE KNEW. (I kid; I think a small handful of people knew who I was, or had possibly seen me in the halls, or maybe had listened to one of my pre-class reviews in Hebrew History. I dunno.) Anyway, summa cum laude, suck on that. Then I started graduate school, because there’s nothing like following schooling with MORE SCHOOLING. Also, I got my first real job, as a real-life Pam Beasley.
In 2007, I realized that I would need to start making plans for The Big Move, if I still wanted to proceed. For my 24th birthday, I took a scouting trip to secretly start looking at apartments. I also started this here blog, so woo-hoo.
In 2008, I earned a real-live Master’s Degree in Business Administration. Then I realized I should probably let my parents know that I was going to effect a seven-year-plan to move 800 miles away despite having no job, friends, or family awaiting me there. THAT WAS A FUN DISCUSSION, HA HA. In July, I signed an apartment lease to start October 8. On September 30, my 300 job applications and 3 interviews resulted in an offer with federal-agency-that-shall-not-be-named. (Runners-up: the Library of Congress and the Patent & Trademark Office.) Also, I met TheBoy.
In 2009, I survived a Presidential inauguration. TheBoy and I went a LOT of places. New York. Charlottesville. Willamsburg/Jamestown/Yorktown. Chicago. Pennsylvania. West Virgina. I continued to work my financial magic at federal-agency-that-shall-not-be-named. I turned 26: officially “Almost 30.” I hosted parental units several times and did not lose them.
The aughts were a busy decade. Here’s hoping the teens prove just as interesting.