Two thousand and one.
I never thought we’d get here, to be
honest. When I was young, I’d think of the year
2000, and it’d be unfathomable, something that little boys were unable to wrap their minds around.
I would be 20 when the clock struck
midnight, I told myself. 21 for 2001, 22 for 2002. My age would be fairly easy to figure out after that.
But twenty is such a
big number then you’re small. Twenty is fantasy,
make-believe, a number that lasts forever.
Two thousand was a year that would never happen, never mind 2001.
And now it’s here, and now I’m
21, and now things keep moving faster and faster.
The past year moved by so fast I find myself at a loss to
extract anything useful from it, anything
positive and memorable. There wasn’t much, I don’t think. It was not a good year for me.
No,
not a good year. It had its
moments, and it had
Jessica, but it was not what I wanted it to be.
Now we move on.