Oh I know, you’ve probably read several of these on various other blogs by now, but tonight it was either “write a new blog post” or “put away the Christmas tree.” Guess which one I chose? So shut up and help me procrastinate already.
There. That’s better. Now where was I? Oh yes, a decade in review. I’ve seen several of these year-by-year highlights on other blogs and at first I was impressed. I mean, who remembers that much about the last 10 years when I can barely remember what I did 10 days minutes ago. But then last night I had a dream that involved my ex-boyfriend from high school and nothing brings back the memories and reflection like seeing the face of someone you used to suck face with but haven’t seen in 10 years. Or something like that.
So here we go:
2000: Senior year of high school. Worked at a movie theater and LOVED it. Voluntarily would work 14 hour days. Crashed my step-dad’s truck by literally flipping it. Thankful to walk away unharmed, but scared shitless and still somewhat paranoid while driving to this day. Went to prom with aforementioned ex-boyfriend. Stood together for photos, danced one slow dance together and spent the rest of the night dancing with other cute boys. Quit movie theater because pay and hours sucked. Started working at hospital cafeteria with better hours and better pay. Hated it. Broke up with boyfriend and went 4 hours away to college. Shared a dorm room with best friend. Now I know why people tell you not to share a room with your best friend. Take a friendship break but remain best friends.
2001: Gained 15+lbs. Hated college. Wanted new roommate before it completely destroyed our friendship but mostly wanted a new school. And a boyfriend. Dated losers. Spent a lot of time online. Started talking to guy from New York. Last family trip to Washington D.C., Philly, and NYC. Chance meeting with a woman in Burger King brought me 8th row seats to a Bon Jovi concert and discovery of a new career path (public relations). Over summer break, flew guy from New York to St. Louis. Fell in love. First of many trips to NYC to visit the new boyfriend. Went back to school but with a new roommate. She was worse. Best friend becomes best friend again. Planes crash. Flights to/from NYC become more expensive and require hours of prep time to accomodate for long security lines. Go anyway.
2002: Hate school. See boyfriend about every six weeks. Spend summer working at the hospital cafeteria (still). Hate wearing hair nets. Hate getting up at 4:30 am (sick people eat breakfast early, ya know.) Parents move to Memphis. Go back to school. New roommate. Better, but can only tell you her first name was Heather. Can’t remember last name. Yeah, we were THAT close. (And here’s where I wonder if maybe I was the shitty roommate?….Nah.)
2003: Continue visiting boyfriend about every six weeks (or when we can afford plane tickets). Look for internships in NYC. Hired for not one, but TWO internships in NYC. Move in with boyfriend (and his parents). Work both internships and get a part-time job at Victoria’s Secret. Turn 21 and boyfriend’s parents take me to Vegas. Life is good. Go back to Missouri to finish last semester of college (graduating a semester early). Life is not so good, but new roommate is awesome. End to college life is near. Look for jobs. Have offers in NYC. Do not want. Apply for (paid) internship in St. Louis. WANT. Boyfriend does not want. Apply anyway, get offer, and giddily accept. Boyfriend not happy.
2004: Move in with grandparents. Start internship and love it. Start Weight Watchers. Lose 25 lbs. Make new friends. Go out with friends. Meet new (cute) boys. Get hired by company I was interning with. Boyfriend not happy, decides to move to St. Louis. Freak out and dump boyfriend (before he quit his job, thank goodness). Start dating cute new boys (yes, plural). Move in with new friends. Meet cutest boy of all – future hubby. Meet future hubby’s parents at Thanksgiving.
2005: Move in with future hubby. Buy a car. Take a trip to Ft. Lauderdale and officially become Future Mrs. Hubby. Best friend not happy for me. We fight. A lot. Future hubby starts traveling for work. Am stressed. “Break up” with best friend. Am heartbroken but move on. Tell myself this has happened before and worry about it later. Ask other college friend to become Maid of Honor. Lots of wedding planning. Get promoted. Buy another car.
2006: More wedding planning. Start house hunting. Buy a house and close on it a month before the wedding. Get married. Honeymoon in Riviera Maya. Camera is stolen in Mexico. No honeymoon pictures. devastation. Get a puppy. Get promoted. Decorate house. renovate guest bathroom. Buy furniture. Attempt to pay off debt but only seem to spend lots of money. Go to final game of World Series. Cardinals win. Awesome. It’s later and former friend is still former friend. Not so awesome.
2007: Go to NYC with hubby (he had never been). Go to Cabo San Lucas and Arizona. See Grand Canyon. Go to New Orleans for anniversary. Meet John Stamos. Hubby goes back to school and finishes his Associate’s. Host a Halloween party. Start hanging out with our wild and crazy neighbors. Get promoted. Continue to struggle with friendships but am otherwise happy.
2008: Go to Bahamas and Key West. Go to Denver for anniversary. Tear down old deck and build a new one. Go to NYC for final season in old Yankee stadium. Go on Mediterranean cruise – first time to Europe for either of us. Hate husband’s job.
2009: Go to Hawaii. Finish deck. Get promoted. Go to San Francisco/Napa Valley. Parents move to Kentucky. Visit them in their new house. Spend more time with the neighbors. Renovate guest bathroom (again). Am finally content with friendships but sometimes mourn loss of former friend. Still hate husband’s job.
2010: This year will be…10 years since I graduated high school. Six years at my awesome job. Five years since end of friendship. Four years married and four years in our house with our four-year-old dog. It will also be the year….hubby goes back to school in pursuit of his Bachelor’s. We take a trip to the beach. We take a trip to Europe. A friend has her first baby. And hope for so much more.
Though the first thing on my list should probably be to take down this dang tree.
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