#57: Don't Look Back

It's December 31st, 1999, and we're hanging outside in the parking lot of an apartment complex. Various groups are screaming about the end of the world, and the whole "Y2K" thing was all over the news. We, however, weren't worried about it--we were just hanging out in the coldish air (cold for Charlotte, anyhow) and just talking about the year. I was about 4 months into carrying the Megs, and things were still going okay between the Johnster and myself. 

..........20 years on, and things have hella changed.  Megs is in college, and I am no where near the south, much less Charlotte. The people I once used to hang with at SCA events have gone to far flung places. Old friends from high school have also disappeared.  I have no clue where any of them are since leaving Fartbook. I can't say I am too worried about this, they all had my email address and could have gotten in touch with me at any time. 

I have a semi-decent job (that doesn't involve asking if you want fries with that)  and a safe place to sleep.

Last night was spent in the company of new friends, good food (that someone else had to cook!), and the knowledge that it can only go up from here. 

I suppose it's good to remember how it was, but even better to move forward. 

A happy new year to all my badhairland friends, and at the risk of sounding cheesy: "Don't look back. You aren't going that way..." 



Aye,
Kraneia