Damn
Today is my 22nd birthday.
I made this journal about a month before I turned 16, making it over 6 years old now. This LJ has been with me through losing my virginity, awakenings and questionings of sexual orientation, the relationship that continues to define parts of my life, the college admissions process, figuring out what's really important to me, and a vast improvement of my writing ability. It has some of my first academic papers, my (terrible) poetry, and musings on all sorts of things. It has ideas I thought were so hugely profound at the time that in hindsight are laughable. It's a historical document of my immaturity, and a fun journey through my growth as a person.
Like my life, this journal has been a constant work in progress. Yet, I'm leaving college in a matter of months, and hopefully finding a job - hell, I might be teaching students of my own. I'm moving to New York City and preparing to live on my own. I'll actually be an adult.
Over the past several years, I've been writing less and less frequently in this journal. I no longer need an electronic forum to post my feelings, seek advice, or wax quasi-eloquent about my oh-so-important thoughts. For all intents and purposes, this journal is official dead.
Of course, it'll remain here as long as possible. I love glimpsing back at random old entries, to remind myself of where I came from, and I couldn't live without my Savage Love and Onion RSS feeds. But the days of me digitally documenting my life are long gone - or, at the very least, moved to Twitter.
It's been a good run, LJ. You'll always hold a special place in my heart, and I'll never forget the things we've been through together.
Happy birthday to me.
I made this journal about a month before I turned 16, making it over 6 years old now. This LJ has been with me through losing my virginity, awakenings and questionings of sexual orientation, the relationship that continues to define parts of my life, the college admissions process, figuring out what's really important to me, and a vast improvement of my writing ability. It has some of my first academic papers, my (terrible) poetry, and musings on all sorts of things. It has ideas I thought were so hugely profound at the time that in hindsight are laughable. It's a historical document of my immaturity, and a fun journey through my growth as a person.
Like my life, this journal has been a constant work in progress. Yet, I'm leaving college in a matter of months, and hopefully finding a job - hell, I might be teaching students of my own. I'm moving to New York City and preparing to live on my own. I'll actually be an adult.
Over the past several years, I've been writing less and less frequently in this journal. I no longer need an electronic forum to post my feelings, seek advice, or wax quasi-eloquent about my oh-so-important thoughts. For all intents and purposes, this journal is official dead.
Of course, it'll remain here as long as possible. I love glimpsing back at random old entries, to remind myself of where I came from, and I couldn't live without my Savage Love and Onion RSS feeds. But the days of me digitally documenting my life are long gone - or, at the very least, moved to Twitter.
It's been a good run, LJ. You'll always hold a special place in my heart, and I'll never forget the things we've been through together.
Happy birthday to me.