I’m not sure if I’m clever or pathetic to be mining my own archives for material, but I’ve always particularly liked this meme. It was one of my first, and when I posted it a year ago, I had maybe three readers, so not too many of you will have that sense of dÃ©jÃ meme. And it’s a year later, so it is a little different.
Without further justification, the time travel meme:
15 years ago today I would have been:
… living in a one-bedroom apartment in Vanier with my ex-husband
… just about to make the collossal mistake of buying a $400,000 triplex in the Glebe with him, his parents, his brother, his cousin, his aunt and his uncle (yes, we were all on the mortgage. If I knew then what I know now…)
… working as a clerk in the tax centre, answering taxpayer mail and reassessing tax returns.
10 years ago today I would have been:
… living with Beloved for all of about eight weeks in a tiny apartment in Old Ottawa South.
… providing technical guidance, training and expertise to the clerks who answer taxpayer mail and reassess tax returns.
… more than half-way done my six-year quest to get my university degree studying part-time at night.
5 years ago today I would have been:
… childless, struggling with infertility and heartbroken over compound loss of the approaching due date of the baby we lost to miscarriage in 2000 and the failure of the second of two unsuccessful IUI treatments.
… working in my first communications position for a program that recycles used computers from government and businesses and donates them to schools.
… negotiating with the landlord of our garden townhouse near Hunt Club to buy it from them.
1 year ago today I would have been:
… a newbie blogger with three daily readers.
… back in the work force for a scant few weeks after my maternity leave with Simon, and overwhelmed by the pressures of mothering two and working full-time.
… working as a communication advisor.
This year I am:
… still overwhelmed by the pressures of balancing work and family, but with more good days than bad.
… consumed with all things bloggy, and very proud of the success I’ve had with this blog and the friends I’ve made through it.
… a senior communications advisor, but on the look out for a position that will allow me to be more of a writer.
… am being tested on the oral component of my French-language exam (yikes!)
… am trying to work out the details of how exactly we will celebrate Tristan’s birthday this weekend.
… missed my bus because just as I was pulling the door closed behind me, Simon started calling out “Hugs! Hugs!!” and I told him I had to run, pulled the door closed, got to the end of the driveway with his voice still ringing in my ears, decided I couldn’t spend the rest of the day thinking about it and turned around to go back and give him a hug.
Next year I hope:
… to be legitimately published, anywhere.
… to be pregnant with our third and final child, thanks to our frosty.
… to be involved with Tristan’s school somehow – PTA, volunteer, something like that.
In five years I hope:
… to be getting paid (a lot?) to write (creatively?).
… to have two kids in school, and one getting ready for registration.
… to be independently wealthy. (Yes, this is a repeat from last year. Some dreams never die.)