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walbournAt the end of each year I pull out the files that are 7 years old and throw them out to replace them with the latest year. This year 1999 goes into the bin.
In my papers I found my student ID from graduate school. The picture is from 1994 and I'm stunned I ever looked that young. When I see an image of myself now I see my father's face. The person in this ID looks like a kid.
I also found an old calendar back when I kept a paper one. Flipping through it reminds me of just how hard 1999 had been.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
appleang and I separated early in the year and I moved into a little apartment where I spent the next 2 years. In Spring of 1999 I was going to school full-time trying to wrap up my graduate degree which I just wanted the fuck over. I then worked at a new job as Director of Technology for Kinesoft Development, which later hdan joined me at for a few more months of working together--probably the only bright spot for me in the fading years of the last millennium. Kim and I still had this lingering, festering wound of a relationship trying to become a friendship but burdened with an unbearable sense of abandonment. I cried myself to sleep many nights that year.
It was probably the hardest year of my life emotionally.
If only the pain of those years were as easy to put into the shredder to be forgotten as the bank statements.
In my papers I found my student ID from graduate school. The picture is from 1994 and I'm stunned I ever looked that young. When I see an image of myself now I see my father's face. The person in this ID looks like a kid.
I also found an old calendar back when I kept a paper one. Flipping through it reminds me of just how hard 1999 had been.
appleang and I separated early in the year and I moved into a little apartment where I spent the next 2 years. In Spring of 1999 I was going to school full-time trying to wrap up my graduate degree which I just wanted the fuck over. I then worked at a new job as Director of Technology for Kinesoft Development, which later hdan joined me at for a few more months of working together--probably the only bright spot for me in the fading years of the last millennium. Kim and I still had this lingering, festering wound of a relationship trying to become a friendship but burdened with an unbearable sense of abandonment. I cried myself to sleep many nights that year.It was probably the hardest year of my life emotionally.
If only the pain of those years were as easy to put into the shredder to be forgotten as the bank statements.
