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Flashback Time Machine OT: 2005

It’s Monday night and another week is underway. Happy Last Day of Spring, for tomorrow kicks off the season of summer and is the longest day of the year. Tonight we’re sliding back to summer 2005. The summer of 2005 was a big one for me, for Mr. Sally J and I got the call that we were matched in a domestic adoption and we became parents that August. But I’m going to focus on June of that year, before everything started being set in motion for that.

In June of 2005 Mr. Sally J and I flew to Montana for a wedding and saw the Rocky Mountains for the first time. We were in awe, and we agreed that our kids shouldn’t be thirty (like we were) before they get that far west. We put hundreds of miles on our rental car over that long weekend, just driving around. We hit  the state capital, Helena, climbed a few mountain trails, and learned a lot about Lewis and Clark. We even got to drive to Butte for our departing flight, and spent the night in a tiny motel in a tiny town that taped our key to the office door because they had turned in for the night (it was 6 p.m. on a Sunday). We spent the night looking at each other in the tiny room, eating granola bars because the two diners in town weren’t open on Sunday, and the grocery was closed for the day.

What were you up to in June of 2005?

11 replies on “Flashback Time Machine OT: 2005”

In June of 2005 I was heading out on a 3.5 month round-the-world trip as part of my PhD. It was an amazing trip, my first time to the northern hemisphere, and I loved every second.

I didn’t realise it at the time, but it was during this trip that my then boyfriend-of-four-years who I left back at home would start hanging out with a new group of friends who were into drugs in a pretty hefty way, and within a year or so his life would pretty much go to hell. I know it’s wasn’t my fault, but there’ll always be some part of me that wishes I hadn’t gone on that trip.

I was working my ass off because I would be spending that school year abroad in Spain. That was a pretty amazing summer for me. I got my wisdom teeth out, had a birthday a week before I flew to Spain, and obsessed about all the things I would do in Europe. That was the beginning of one of the best years of my life.

June 12, 2005 I graduated college. It was, basically, a very big day for me. I still wear the ring my godparents gave me for my grad present. I had 9 people in the audience literally do the wave as I walked across the stage to receive my diploma. Yeah, I cried. (we’re a naturally loud group).

That afternoon, everyone helped me load three trucks full of all my belongings and move to Salem, OR. My first apt. It would be the first time I would live alone and the first time I would pay my own rent. My job (soon to be career) started one week later.

Oh, and the week before graduation I made out with a band member after a concert. Hey-oh! :) (and no, I’m not going to say which band) One week after graduating I would break up with someone I thought was The One. Over AIM. Yeah, that was awesome.

So basically, June 2005 is very vivid in my memory. :)

June of 2005 was the summer between my second and third year of University. It was also the start of the summer in which I worked in a job I hated selling used car ads, and then moved to Eastern Canada to finish my undergrad at a much better music school. It was the start of a summer of working my hiney off, driving around late at night with a couple of my close friends, and packing my stuff up. In hindsight, it was actually a pretty good summer, full of hope and excitement, of newness and also goodbyes.

Oooh! I graduated in May of 2005, so in June, I got my “dream job” editing at a magazine. Three months later, the editor quit and I had to become the expert very, very quickly right in the beginning of the “busiest part of the busy season,” which was right before the “a little bit less busy end of the 11-month-long busy season.” That was quite a summer, but in June, I was head over heels in love with my new job, even if I was terrified of the publisher. The sound of platform flip flops can still fill me with anxiety.

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