A lot has happened in the past 10 years, and now that the 2000's are over, I think its time to reflect.On January 1, 2000 at exactly 12:00am I was, along with all of my friends and quite a few people that would become my friends, screaming and dancing and kissing my girlfriend in my Grandparents condo in Hot Springs, AR. It was the culmination of all the anticipation of Y2K, and a friend of mine had snuck outside to the power panel and flipped the breaker at the exact stroke of midnight, causing all of us to scream with that true and unbridled elation that only high school seniors can personify at the stroke of midnight as a century ends, with nothing but glory awaiting us around the corner. The entire world stood before us, and the blank slate of a new year, a new decade, a new century, a new millennium. High school and all of childhood was coming to a close, and the played out catch phrase of Abercrombie & Fitch seemed all but spray painted on the walls: When you're young, you're gold.
And so the decade begins.
Year One: 2000
I graduated high school in May, enrolled at UALR, and planned to live with some friends and spend lots of time rock climbing on the weekends. On my first day of college, the house I was to live in was not ready yet, and so I was still living at my parents house. All my friends had already moved up to Fayetteville, or Baylor, or wherever, and I was eating cereal with my little brother and sister before school, just like I had on my last day of my senior year. As I walked out the door to ...go off to college“ across town, my mom said ...Have fun!“, which was the most depressing thing I had ever heard. You are not supposed to see your mom on your first day of college.
I went to my classes and slipped into a deep depression that was embodied by a complete lack of excitement during a time of my life that was supposed to be the most exciting yet. I went home after class, dropped my backpack in the laundry room, and slumped into a chair at the kitchen table. My mom walked over, sat down in front of me, and said ...Why don't we pack up the car and drive you up to Fayetteville right now.“
So that's what we did. I showed up in town that evening, enrolled in some classes, bought some books, and slept on my brothers couch for a week until the university found a place for me to live. My mom was my hero for doing that. I was back with my buddies, and my girlfriend, in a new place. The place I was supposed to be in.
That was fall.