The age thingy (a.k.a. The Bio Meme)
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sereneHere's how this works. You comment, I give you an age (please tell me how old you are, or risk having to time-travel to find out the answers) and you respond to the questions with what applied to you back then, and what's true now.
wordweaverlynn gave me 23. I turned 23 in late 1989.
This was a year of immense change in my life. Six months into being 23, I was attacked and nearly killed (for brevity, I'm gonna call that "the attack").
I lived in: Before the attack: My mother's rented house in eastern San Diego county, with my mother (natch), her awful (not abusive or anything, just creepy) boyfriend, and my siblings. After the attack: I suddenly had a small, steady income from Worker's Compensation (the attack happened at work), and I moved out of my mother's house into a series of roommate situations. The first place I found was a house of women only. No men allowed on the second floor, ever. My brother visited once and really had to pee. The bathroom was upstairs. I let him use it. I was evicted. Then I moved into a house where my room was between the owner's and another tenant's. Both women had black belts in Tae Kwon Do. The owner was a nice woman with some interesting quirks. The other tenant was... unhinged. But mostly I liked her. Until she got kind of weird and paranoid. I was there a few months. I think by the time my birthday came around again, I had moved into The Green House, the commune I ended up living in for a couple of years.
Now: I live in a basement apartment in Oakland withjames_huber. We live communally, too, but in a totally different way, and he's a really good fit with me, roommate-wise.
I drove: I think my mom had given me her little Geo Metro, but I'm not sure. I know that's what I drove when the commune headed up to Santa Cruz for the National Green Party Platform Convention (or some such).
Now: My mother gave me a car about a week ago. It had been my aunt's. When my aunt died, my uncle drove it to San Diego and moved in with my mom, but they never used the car (it literally hadn't been started in six months) because my mom's Prius gets better gas mileage. It's a black Toyota Corolla, 2006, I think.
I was in a relationship with: Romantically? No one. I was a virgin until I was 25, and hadn't even gone on a date at that point.
Now: My two partners arestonebender and james_huber. I met them both (but separately) roughly ten years ago.
I feared: I had PTSD from being attacked. I feared being alone in the dark more than anything, but I was also afraid of men who looked like my attacker.
Now: My fears aren't for my safety any more. They're about not doing right by my kids. Which made me cry just now. So there's that.
I worked at: I had been temping on and off by day, and working the graveyard shift at 7-Eleven when I was attacked. For the next two years, I collected Worker's Compensation and played around at going back to college, but mostly I gazed at my navel and tried to figure out life on the other side of a near-death experience.
Now: I have a full-time job as a Student Services Assistant at UC Berkeley that I genuinely love. I'm also a full-time student at Cal State University, East Bay, in Hayward.
I wanted to be: Safe. Grown up. Immortal. Loved. Responsible. Happy. Good.
Now: Safe. Grown up. Immortal. Loved. Responsible. Happy. Good.
wordweaverlynn gave me 23. I turned 23 in late 1989.This was a year of immense change in my life. Six months into being 23, I was attacked and nearly killed (for brevity, I'm gonna call that "the attack").
I lived in: Before the attack: My mother's rented house in eastern San Diego county, with my mother (natch), her awful (not abusive or anything, just creepy) boyfriend, and my siblings. After the attack: I suddenly had a small, steady income from Worker's Compensation (the attack happened at work), and I moved out of my mother's house into a series of roommate situations. The first place I found was a house of women only. No men allowed on the second floor, ever. My brother visited once and really had to pee. The bathroom was upstairs. I let him use it. I was evicted. Then I moved into a house where my room was between the owner's and another tenant's. Both women had black belts in Tae Kwon Do. The owner was a nice woman with some interesting quirks. The other tenant was... unhinged. But mostly I liked her. Until she got kind of weird and paranoid. I was there a few months. I think by the time my birthday came around again, I had moved into The Green House, the commune I ended up living in for a couple of years.
Now: I live in a basement apartment in Oakland with
james_huber. We live communally, too, but in a totally different way, and he's a really good fit with me, roommate-wise.I drove: I think my mom had given me her little Geo Metro, but I'm not sure. I know that's what I drove when the commune headed up to Santa Cruz for the National Green Party Platform Convention (or some such).
Now: My mother gave me a car about a week ago. It had been my aunt's. When my aunt died, my uncle drove it to San Diego and moved in with my mom, but they never used the car (it literally hadn't been started in six months) because my mom's Prius gets better gas mileage. It's a black Toyota Corolla, 2006, I think.
I was in a relationship with: Romantically? No one. I was a virgin until I was 25, and hadn't even gone on a date at that point.
Now: My two partners are
stonebender and james_huber. I met them both (but separately) roughly ten years ago.I feared: I had PTSD from being attacked. I feared being alone in the dark more than anything, but I was also afraid of men who looked like my attacker.
Now: My fears aren't for my safety any more. They're about not doing right by my kids. Which made me cry just now. So there's that.
I worked at: I had been temping on and off by day, and working the graveyard shift at 7-Eleven when I was attacked. For the next two years, I collected Worker's Compensation and played around at going back to college, but mostly I gazed at my navel and tried to figure out life on the other side of a near-death experience.
Now: I have a full-time job as a Student Services Assistant at UC Berkeley that I genuinely love. I'm also a full-time student at Cal State University, East Bay, in Hayward.
I wanted to be: Safe. Grown up. Immortal. Loved. Responsible. Happy. Good.
Now: Safe. Grown up. Immortal. Loved. Responsible. Happy. Good.
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Date: 2013-04-08 03:33 am (UTC)I've been okay. Working a lot. I love the job, but it's busy and stressful. And I'm fostering a lot of cats, and working a lot with the animal shelter. Otherwise, my life is very dull!