Age meme

If you wanna play, tell me how old you are (or how old you're willing to admit to) and I'll choose an age for you.

elynittria gave me 19...

I lived in:

19: A college dorm with a roommate who ended up dropping out. TWO OF THEM, actually. I am apparently roommate kryptonite, because both my freshman and sophomore year roommates dropped out. To be fair, one was a total pothead, and the other had some mental health issues. Nevertheless, I am somewhat shocked I found anyone willing to risk living with me during my junior and senior years.

Now: I live in a condo in northern VA, which I bought 2 years ago and spent many many posts talking about. I no longer have roommates.


I drove:

19: My 1985 Subaru station wagon. I drove that car until it fell apart around me. Literally. I once lost a muffler on I-95 and had to drive home dragging my exhaust system behind me. The only reason I gave it up was because the bottom of the car rusted out and it finally failed inspection.

Now: I recently acquired my grandmother's 2003 Hyundai Sonata. It has all its parts and working air conditioning, and nothing under the hood is leaking (as far as I know), which puts it a step above my previous car.


I was in a relationship with:

19: Nobody. This was during my period of self-imposed singleness, which I deemed necessary after my bad decision-making in high school. That eventually gave way to my boy-crazy phase, where I was crushing on a different guy every month. I still wasn't in a relationship, but not for lack of trying...

Now: Nobody. I'm hopeful that starting a new job will enable me to meet more people and broaden my circle of potential dates, because I've given up on meeting guys any other way. Especially online dating. *shudders*


I feared:

19: Being a grown-up. Getting a B. That no one would ever love me.

Now: Up until three weeks ago, I feared not having enough money to pay my mortgage. (Yay new job!) Otherwise... being a grown-up. Failing. That no one will ever love me.


I worked at:

19: The chem lab. I did research with my chemistry professor my entire freshman year and the first half of my sophomore year of college, at which point I decided I didn't want to work in a lab for the rest of my life, and also I watched too much of The West Wing and it inspired some sort of foolish idealism.

Now: A health care trade association.


I wanted to be:

19: A brilliant research scientist. President of the United States. Briefly, I toyed with becoming a lawyer. Or a CSI. I possibly may have picked my potential careers based on what I was watching on television.
Now: Independently wealthy. Or a Broadway star. Preferably both.