Where I Was Then
Once in a while, I get a hankering to see where I was on this date however many years ago. Even more rarely, on days like today, I share the posts that answer this question.
December 28, 2000
A lot can happen in three weeks between entries. A week ago, I decided that I would take the opportunity to teach English in Korea for a year and will be leaving at the end of next month. As you’ve probably figured if you’ve read my previous entries, my travelling has been limited to a summer in British Columbia, and so this is something altogether new and exciting for me. Also terrifying, but maybe that’s a given. <cough, cough> I had hoped to pass this cold by but apparently that’s not happening. Oh, well. I suppose I should call the blood bank and cancel my appointment.
But, yes, Korea. I’ll be signing the contract today and soon will be gone from here – where I’ve always been. Wow. I have no idea what’s in store for me and I love it.
In addition to this, I got word from my first-choice law school (University of San Diego): I’m in! I’ll have to write them about deferring, because I need this year off to get my finances in order. But that’s a huge worry off of my shoulders because now I know for certain that it will really happen. You can always suspect and look at the numbers and probability and know it will happen, but there’s always doubt in my mind until something becomes certain… and with that first letter, law school is now certain. Who ever could have guessed? I’ve come a long way in the five years since I started keeping this journal.
Much left to do, but I’ll try to write some more before I leave.
This is one day off, but who cares? That’s incremental in the scheme of fifteen years!
Also, between you and me, no. My first choice was UCLA. The whole reason for my wanting to attend law school was to return to the land of the magical sunshine-y place I’d vacationed with my friends Darth and Julie! Okay, so that wasn’t the whole reason. More like 80%. The other 20% was that I wanted to be Bill.
December 29, 2005
On the bus back home, the pre-teens next to me talked their brace-laden speech of youth and I giggled both at the sound and context.
“I’m not a lesbian!”
“Dude, it’s okay, noone cares anymore.”
“But I’m bi!”
I had to turn my face to the window so they’d not see my amusement.
The workday was really good. I spent a bit of the morning writing e-mails to friends I’ve not kept in good contact with, getting rid of some of my where’s-my-life-going angst by converting some of it to concrete, visible words. Things have always been less frustrating for me when taken out of the abstract of my psyche and made into something that has some kind of physical aspect. Better still is when those words are directed at friends, who take it and respond to it, making things that seem overwhelming to me just another part of life and this interconnectedness of friends.
The ladies at the office were in high spirits, too, and that worked its magic as the morning passed. I e-mailed them throughout the day to avoid feeling isolated in my new corner cubicle, and worked hard to avoid the treats they’d laid out opposite the fax machine. S[…] loaned me a CD of music by “Insurgent Country,” which she said cracked her up. This was only after she heard me give my number (x2666) and asked innocently, “Is your number really the mark of the beast?”
I knew someone was going to pick up on that!
In spite of the gloom outside, I just felt better and better as the day progressed. And I started the evening off on a good note when K[…], having expressed interest in my Japan artifacts, e-mailed me a note saying “You have a gift.” It is, I feel, a gift I need to exercise more, but since I lost my trusty old camera a few months back, I’ve had a hard time recapturing my groove. I’m glad I’ve got access to Nathan’s and thus won’t lose memories, but right now I’m feeling none of the artistry. Oh, how I wish I had about a billion dollars to buy all the cameras and language lessons I want!
Whatever money I do have will instead go to paying Bar exam fees as I’ve decided I will be taking the exam. I don’t yet know if I’ll practice traditional law, but the benefits of actually having passed the Bar are numerous and the advantages of a three-year, very expensive education much better realized. That exam won’t be till late July, but it’s expensive, and spending has to happen now.
How? Well, that thar’s an interesting question. One which, since currently unanswerable, shall be cast aside so that I may read the horror book I checked out at the library last week.
Peace out, my homefries.
Yeah. Sure I was gonna take the Bar.
This was one of those sounded-better-on-paper things.
Also: homefries?! You should know that 37-year-0ld me is looking very sternly in the direction of 27-year-old me right now.
December 29, 2007
I wrote about how much I loved exploring Facebook features. Since I was sick, I did this in my jammies.
Then-me had no idea how many posts future-me would write about breaking up with Facebook!
December 29, 2008
So. Much. Laziness.
That’s the really quick summary of my 5-day weekend.
If I were to expand upon it a little, it’d look like this…
On Friday, after the horrendous hangover part of my day concluded (thanks to the healing powers of FotR), I met up with Anthony and one of his friends for some Bollywood. I missed the first movie thanks to the post-whiskey trauma, but really enjoyed “Ghajini.” After the movie, it was quite cold, so Anthony loaned me a hockey jersey to keep me warm. I felt equal parts silly and delighted to wear such a thing, much like wearing a gi for the first time. :p Before going home, I stopped by Denny’s and had two helpings of hash browns. Yum!
Saturday morning I inadvertently got stuff done, but then spent many hours doing what I’d originally intended: Nothing! Sweet, sweet bliss. In the evening, I moseyed over to S[…] and T’s for their delightful latke throwdown. I was still on very unfriendly terms with alcohol at this point, so I only had a little bit of wine. Much good talk was had, and many smiles were brought by 4-year-old N[…]’s antics.
Sunday was a day of truly magnificent laziness. Apart from meeting J[…] for vegan Chinese, I barely moved from bed. I took Sai on his regularly scheduled walks, but otherwise went between napping, watching Outer Limits, and reading “Dreams From My Father.” It was a truly lazy, and truly spectacular, Sunday.
This week I’m working 7am-3:30pm Monday through Wednesday. This means I’m more than halfway through the first day of a 3-day workweek, which is, how do you say? Ah, yes. AWE-some!
The new year is just around the corner, and I am pleased. 2008 has not been my favorite year. 2009, my friend, I know you are going to rock to make up for the travesties brought on by your buddy 2008!
I’m excited for New Year’s Eve, which will involve Anthony but is otherwise a surprise.
Vegan Chinese! Don’t you want to live in Los Angeles now?!
December 29, 2009
[redacted: a summary of the entire year including too many extraordinarily personal details to try redacting in bits and pieces]
As 2009 nears its conclusion, it looks like my mother’s cancer may be kicked. I don’t believe the word is definitive, but I am hopeful the last time my mom held her grandson will not be the last time she ever holds him.
Last year, I had no idea what the new year held in store for me. Neither do I know now what 2010 will hold. There are hopeful signs indeed, and as I greet 2010, it is with a measure of exhaustion and a much greater measure of love for family, old and new. 2010 will undoubtedly present its own challenges, but with the support of my ever-increasing family – not nearly all of whom are by blood – I know it will be full of real joys far greater than any joy I could ever simply imagine.
2010 was not what I expected. I kissed my mom goodbye for the last time a day short of two months later.
But you know what? The years since have been filled with amazing moments with my mom’s first grandchild. With meeting the six that have since followed him. With silly moments like my toddler moving a dozen yards in his sleep. With sweet ones like Li’l D, the grandchild my mom got to meet, playing with my only niece, whose words were emblazoned on this year’s Christmas card from my sister:
“Give me my cousin [Li’l D]! And maybe baby [Littler J], too.”