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bironic. The rules: You request an age from a friend and fill out the meme questions as they applied to you then and now. bironic gave me 26.
If you want to play too, say so in the comments and leave a number (that may or may not be how old you currently are) below which I'll pick an age. Then you answer the questions in your own LJ/DW. But you don't have to.
I lived in:
26: Champaign, Illinois. We'd moved there in 2000. I hated it. We had just bought our first house (in 2001), which we jokingly called the serial killer house because of certain peculiarities of the architecture, such as a freestanding toilet and shower (with no enclosure) in the basement and a drain in the middle of the floor. While I'm aware this was total fancy, there was something creepy about that house. I always felt like looking over my shoulder when I was home alone, and I often had the completely irrational fear that something awful was going to come out of the basement. I could never explain it, or really justify it to myself, but I never felt safe or comfortable in that house, and I was glad to leave.
Now: Fairbanks, Alaska. We have 11 acres north of town, and I am much happier. :)
I drove:
26: A Ford Taurus -- I can't remember the exact model year, but it was from the early '90s -- which was the second car I bought after I got my driver's license. (The first one had been a Chevy Suburban that was a beat-to-hell lemon.) The Taurus was pretty solid, though. I drove it from Alaska to Illinois, and on all manner of road trips once I got there. I only sold it when we were ready to move back to Alaska. Most of my memories of that car are good ones, despite a weird, recurring electrical short and the inevitable mechanical issues as it aged.
Now: A 2010 Ford Focus. We bought it new - the first time we've ever done that. I have to say it's been awfully nice.
I was in a relationship with:
26 & Now: Married to the same guy. (We were married in 2000.)
I feared:
26: Never leaving Illinois, or moving somewhere even worse. Spending the rest of my life in a place I hated.
Now: Hmmm ... I think most of my fears right now revolve around feeling like my life is passing me by and I'm not nearly as far along as I wanted to be. I worry about wasting time. I worry that I'm almost 40 (well, for certain values of "almost") and I haven't published a novel yet. I worry that I have all these story ideas in my head and will never find time to write them all. I also worry that I'm wasting my life because I'm not nearly as good at writing as I want to be and I've devoted myself to doing something pointless that isn't bettering the world in any way ....
... In short, the usual creative-person angst. *g*
I worked at:
26: I was either still working for the News-Gazette, or had just switched to a part-time job at a little weekly paper in the same town (to free up more time for freelance work and other projects). I did advertising layout at the News-Gazette, and everything layout at the other paper -- ad design and page layout, as well as occasionally taking pictures, covering the front desk or whatever needed to be done.
Now: Self-employed. I still occasionally work for the local paper on a temporary or freelance-contractor basis, but mostly I'm working from home. What I'm doing at home is a mix of freelance layout/design work for the money, and short-story/novel writing which I hope will eventually make me money (but isn't really doing much for me yet, other than providing enjoyment).
I wanted to be:
26: My entire life has revolved around the twin poles of wanting to be a writer or an artist (with a focus on comic-book art rather than fine art). In 2002, the artist side was ascendant. I had gotten involved with a group of comics self-publishing people, and was putting out a bimonthly self-published comic (which was one of the reasons I went part-time at work) and had just started doing a webcomic.
Now: A writer. The artist side is still lurking in the background, but as far as a long-term career goal, I've been mainly focused on fiction writing lately.
bironic. The rules: You request an age from a friend and fill out the meme questions as they applied to you then and now. bironic gave me 26.If you want to play too, say so in the comments and leave a number (that may or may not be how old you currently are) below which I'll pick an age. Then you answer the questions in your own LJ/DW. But you don't have to.
I lived in:
26: Champaign, Illinois. We'd moved there in 2000. I hated it. We had just bought our first house (in 2001), which we jokingly called the serial killer house because of certain peculiarities of the architecture, such as a freestanding toilet and shower (with no enclosure) in the basement and a drain in the middle of the floor. While I'm aware this was total fancy, there was something creepy about that house. I always felt like looking over my shoulder when I was home alone, and I often had the completely irrational fear that something awful was going to come out of the basement. I could never explain it, or really justify it to myself, but I never felt safe or comfortable in that house, and I was glad to leave.
Now: Fairbanks, Alaska. We have 11 acres north of town, and I am much happier. :)
I drove:
26: A Ford Taurus -- I can't remember the exact model year, but it was from the early '90s -- which was the second car I bought after I got my driver's license. (The first one had been a Chevy Suburban that was a beat-to-hell lemon.) The Taurus was pretty solid, though. I drove it from Alaska to Illinois, and on all manner of road trips once I got there. I only sold it when we were ready to move back to Alaska. Most of my memories of that car are good ones, despite a weird, recurring electrical short and the inevitable mechanical issues as it aged.
Now: A 2010 Ford Focus. We bought it new - the first time we've ever done that. I have to say it's been awfully nice.
I was in a relationship with:
26 & Now: Married to the same guy. (We were married in 2000.)
I feared:
26: Never leaving Illinois, or moving somewhere even worse. Spending the rest of my life in a place I hated.
Now: Hmmm ... I think most of my fears right now revolve around feeling like my life is passing me by and I'm not nearly as far along as I wanted to be. I worry about wasting time. I worry that I'm almost 40 (well, for certain values of "almost") and I haven't published a novel yet. I worry that I have all these story ideas in my head and will never find time to write them all. I also worry that I'm wasting my life because I'm not nearly as good at writing as I want to be and I've devoted myself to doing something pointless that isn't bettering the world in any way ....
... In short, the usual creative-person angst. *g*
I worked at:
26: I was either still working for the News-Gazette, or had just switched to a part-time job at a little weekly paper in the same town (to free up more time for freelance work and other projects). I did advertising layout at the News-Gazette, and everything layout at the other paper -- ad design and page layout, as well as occasionally taking pictures, covering the front desk or whatever needed to be done.
Now: Self-employed. I still occasionally work for the local paper on a temporary or freelance-contractor basis, but mostly I'm working from home. What I'm doing at home is a mix of freelance layout/design work for the money, and short-story/novel writing which I hope will eventually make me money (but isn't really doing much for me yet, other than providing enjoyment).
I wanted to be:
26: My entire life has revolved around the twin poles of wanting to be a writer or an artist (with a focus on comic-book art rather than fine art). In 2002, the artist side was ascendant. I had gotten involved with a group of comics self-publishing people, and was putting out a bimonthly self-published comic (which was one of the reasons I went part-time at work) and had just started doing a webcomic.
Now: A writer. The artist side is still lurking in the background, but as far as a long-term career goal, I've been mainly focused on fiction writing lately.
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My number: 25
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And I'll play! Give me a number under 30.
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And how about ... 21!