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timHow this works:
You comment, I give you an age (please tell me how old you currently are - I don't know all of your ages unfortunately) and you fill out the meme questions with what applied to you back then, and now.
wordweaverlynn gave me 9.
I lived in:
A studio apartment on the 19th floor of an apartment complex on the Boston side of the Boston/Cambridge border, near the Science Museum, with my mother. My idea of a proper dwelling for an adult has always been an apartment in a high-rise building, and I've never really realized that vision given that I moved to the West Coast when I grew up, and that's less of a thing (unless you're into the condo-buying class, which I'm not; not too long after that, we got booted out of our subsidized apartment because the developer decided to flip Boston off and break his promise to maintain affordable housing, instead converting it all to condos).
I drove:
Nothing, because I was too old for my Smurf Big Wheels and hadn't yet learned how to ride a bike without training wheels.
I was in a relationship with:
The Boston Public Library, West End branch.
I feared:
People. Not knowing what to say. Embarrassment. Boredom. (This is not *too* different from now.)
I worked at:
My dissociation skills.
I wanted to be:
A librarian *and* a bookstore owner (just one or the other wasn't enough).
You comment, I give you an age (please tell me how old you currently are - I don't know all of your ages unfortunately) and you fill out the meme questions with what applied to you back then, and now.
wordweaverlynn gave me 9.I lived in:
A studio apartment on the 19th floor of an apartment complex on the Boston side of the Boston/Cambridge border, near the Science Museum, with my mother. My idea of a proper dwelling for an adult has always been an apartment in a high-rise building, and I've never really realized that vision given that I moved to the West Coast when I grew up, and that's less of a thing (unless you're into the condo-buying class, which I'm not; not too long after that, we got booted out of our subsidized apartment because the developer decided to flip Boston off and break his promise to maintain affordable housing, instead converting it all to condos).
I drove:
Nothing, because I was too old for my Smurf Big Wheels and hadn't yet learned how to ride a bike without training wheels.
I was in a relationship with:
The Boston Public Library, West End branch.
I feared:
People. Not knowing what to say. Embarrassment. Boredom. (This is not *too* different from now.)
I worked at:
My dissociation skills.
I wanted to be:
A librarian *and* a bookstore owner (just one or the other wasn't enough).