I’m doing something different this time. I’m posting a picture of myself. Not only that, but it’s an old one. I found this picture a couple of weeks ago, and it sort of stuck around my computer, always with arms reach. Every other day it would poke out from wherever it was hiding saying “Remember me?”
The year was 1981. I was 14 years old and a freshman at North Thurston High School (on Sleater-Kinney Road, you hipsters) in Lacey, Washington. Lacey is one of the “other” tri-cities in the state, along with Tumwater and Olympia. This was also one of the last times I cut my hair for several years.
Things changed for me this year. My mother met Pat, the man she would marry the following summer and we would also move to Seattle. I look at this picture and all I can think about is how much of a transition time it was for me. I also wonder what the hell happened to me.