A brief history in California, part I
It’s been almost 3 years since we moved to California. We moved here in July 2007, 4 years after I’d moved to Massachusetts from New York. I can’t believe we’ve lived here so long; it’s almost like we just arrived really.
A lot has changed in these three brief years here in California. I’ve changed physically, taken up new hobbies, picked up new people while simultaneously dropping a few friends here and there. I’m moderately content with my life right now, of course with the exception of a few things (nothing is perfect, right?), but I’m not going to get into those imperfect parts of life. Why focus on the bad when you can see what’s good and positive instead. It’s a lot more constructive if you think about it.
That photo up there was taken in 2008, when I had started taking a photography class at De Anza College. I don’t exactly know what I was doing with my life, but I took a couple years off working in engineering to "find myself" and generally be a slacker. I think a lot of people thought I was busy being a degenerate loser, but for the most part, I think it was helpful because it let me do something other than school/work for a short time.
The best thing about this time was that I picked up running and started losing weight and caring about my body. Before then, I had just resigned myself to being the fat girl, and I always knew that I would never be fast or strong and I was just a happy fat girl. Ah, happy times, really. Of course, now I realise that being overweight wasn’t good for me, and that I should really try to be fit and healthy instead. Besides that, I look way better in clothes these days, and I can move more easily with a lot more energy than before.
About the time that photo was taken, I weighed 15 pounds more than I do now. I was pretty close to my current weight, but I was also still much bigger. I still have that jacket that I am wearing in the photo and it is much larger on me than it was back then. I remember that jacket being a pretty tight fit at the time.
I don’t recall having many friends at the time, except for people from my photo group and the occasional friend from classes. I do remember feeling quite lonely and wishing that I knew more people, but not quite knowing how to get out to meet them. I clung desperately to Franny, but of course he didn’t want me whining about when he was coming home when he had work to do.
It made me feel really pathetic.