growing upYikes, is this "growing up"?
Or am I looking at the past through rose-colored glasses?
Or maybe I had nobody in real life to be interesting to, and so I just tried to be interesting to the big black hole of the internet?
In an effort to revisit the past, and in honor of moving to my fourth New Haven residence, I'll see if I can summarize my time here so far. This is for my own reference more than anybody else's. I'm determined not to let my online journal die
Days lived in New Haven: 685
Days spent feeling sleep deprived: 665
Days where dog required walking: all of them
True blizzards survived: 3
Times gone skiing: 1
Times had a total blast going skiing: 1
Number of camping trips: zero
Number of beach trips: 2
Number of hiking trips: less than 20
Number of times accidently let boyfriend's I'm-Going-To-Run-From-You-As-Fast-As-I-Can-Dog get loose: 3, I think
Number of times forgotten own dog had been outside for at least a half hour, only to discover that she slipped through the gate / crossed over the fence / ducked through the random hole: at least 4
Max distance walked in a single trip: 6 miles to give the check for my security deposit at my apartment
Number of times gotten car towed: 3
Number of times gotten car almost towed: 1
Dollars paid to the city of New Haven for parking tickets and tow fees: $700
Number of "Aha!!! I HAVE A THESIS TOPIC!!" moments: at least 8
Number of actual thesis topics discovered: 1
Favorite ...
food: at the moment, anything egg based since I can't eat much after I got my wisdom teeth out, but more generally speaking, anything italian
dessert: anything strawberry
coffee drink: cafe americano
juice: apple all the way
alcoholic drink: malibu rum and pineapple juice
physical activity: running
TV show: anything shown on food network, though Everyday Italian would top the list
dance move: none, thank you
author: Jane Austen
restaurant: I think a sushi joint called Miya's
form of transportation: my own feet
hopes for the next year: that I think to write down more of my life as it goes by, so that I won't forget it all and think it's boring
Devious Comments
I don't bother. I have a blog and I post material online, but I don't have a journal or anything where I transcribe my thoughts, emotions, etc. I don't consider it narcissistic; I just can't be bothered. Posterity be damned. I'll be content to be forgotten, or--and I can only hope--an enigma to future people looking back on my life.
I do however, tend to hold on to old emails and pictures. I carry with me a trove of ancient digital miscellany. It's so much easier to hold on to that stuff than physical artefacts that I'm tempted to throw away when moving. Articles like this are intriguing. I only wish I had more pictures to clarify and strengthen my memories.
On a not-quite-as-related tangent....I used to hold onto "stuff" so much more. Like memorabelia and old emails, etc, stuff that I need to sew new buttons on but never do, picture frames I don't use but someone gave to me, or clothes that I don't wear but want to. I've gotten a little more minimalist lately (probably a function of having moved so many damn times recently) and have been tossing things like a banshee. I'm pretty paired down. Here's what I have to move: 5 legal boxes of books, 1 big tupperware of artsy/craftsy stuff, 1 big tupperware of memories and useless stuff, 2 big tupperwares of "other", 1 of photography stuff, and 2 of winter clothes. Other than that, I have a dresser with my summer clothes, a bed with a bedspread, about 15 hangers with various coats and etc., and my kitchen. That's literally it. I've thrown out everything else that I own, practically, though I have a decent amount of furniture on top of all that, and little things like my computer or nintendo. It feels good to get rid of stuff - kind of like clearing emotional baggage (cuz that's why we keep stuff anyway, to hold onto memories). You once made some mention of realizing that everything brought into the house (and think how much a person brings into a house on a day to day basis) has to eventually be moved out in some way or another... That's kinda how I'm feelin' now: get rid of it all!!
Anyway. I'm glad that there's some record of my last three years. That's comforting to me, but it makes me a little nostalgic and sad too. If I was dedicated to the true cause of recording my life, I'd keep a more complete journal for my own purposes - but I guess I'm not that committed! Internet is interesting because it's kind of like an interactive journal, 'cept you usually don't know the people you're interacting with - part of the appeal I guess
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