Ten years ago I’d just completed the most challenging and fulfilling year of work to date. Having just returned from two months of backpacking through Europe (preceded by a month-long stay in Morocco and three weeks in Costa Rica), I was dealing with reverse culture shock. Being back in sleepy old Connecticut after experiencing so many thrilling adventures was a bit of a downer. The one thing that made things interesting was that I was preparing to move into my first apartment.
Five years ago I was experiencing the most excruciating post-breakup heart pain. (How could I have made such an idiotic choice? I knew better! I wish he were dead! Will I be able to love again?) Imagine someone ripping your heart out of your chest, throwing it on the ground then kicking it with steel-toed boots while his friends laughed. Add your father shaking his head sadly with that “I told you so” look on his face.
I finally packed up my things and moved to the DC area (yay!).
One year ago I was in my highest paying, most stressful job EVER (Incompetent administrators deserve their own special little torture chamber in hell. They almost managed to suck all the joy out of a job I love.). I learned, again, that not everyone can be trusted (i.e. incompetent administrators who smile in your face and stab you in the back). On the positive side, I survived the ordeal.