dates
180178 date of birth
120891 first period
240593 first boyfriend
010401 first job
Some dates we remember all the time, the dates of significant events. The birthdates of loved ones, the anniversaries of weddings and deaths. Little numbers that find a place in our brains and etch themselves there calling out for attention ever so often.
The one that sticks in my memory and shouts out the loudest is 270910.
On my 30th birthday I packed my things and took a cab to the airport. We were going to backpack around Europe, it was decided years ago and today was the day we were going to fulfill that.
Germany was our very first stop. I never understood why we picked that place it was so dour and hideous. I saw no beauty in it but she did. She always saw beauty in everything. I saw only the ugly and I wrote about the ugly and the stories turned into nightmares.
Spain was by far my favourite. It was wonderful and glorious and full of color. I saw her in rainbow hues and bright lights. She danced like an angel and painted like a demon.
Our first year in Europe was fantastic and we worked hard and made lots of new friends and even enough cash to get a decent meal each day.
It was the second year of our travels that really went wrong. She fell sick in France. It was the city of romance, the time for romance and she fell ill. I worked as much as I could to get her help. I suggested returning but she refused, she wanted to stay a little longer. It seemed like we stayed for an eternity.
She never knew what I did to make the money we needed. Maybe it was better that way. I never let her come visit either. I didn't want to see her cry. Perhaps I was cruel and I was merely punishing her for everything, but I didn't see her in the end.
Some dates you remember forever.
180108 Europe trip
200610 We leave France for home
270910 I die.
120891 first period
240593 first boyfriend
010401 first job
Some dates we remember all the time, the dates of significant events. The birthdates of loved ones, the anniversaries of weddings and deaths. Little numbers that find a place in our brains and etch themselves there calling out for attention ever so often.
The one that sticks in my memory and shouts out the loudest is 270910.
On my 30th birthday I packed my things and took a cab to the airport. We were going to backpack around Europe, it was decided years ago and today was the day we were going to fulfill that.
Germany was our very first stop. I never understood why we picked that place it was so dour and hideous. I saw no beauty in it but she did. She always saw beauty in everything. I saw only the ugly and I wrote about the ugly and the stories turned into nightmares.
Spain was by far my favourite. It was wonderful and glorious and full of color. I saw her in rainbow hues and bright lights. She danced like an angel and painted like a demon.
Our first year in Europe was fantastic and we worked hard and made lots of new friends and even enough cash to get a decent meal each day.
It was the second year of our travels that really went wrong. She fell sick in France. It was the city of romance, the time for romance and she fell ill. I worked as much as I could to get her help. I suggested returning but she refused, she wanted to stay a little longer. It seemed like we stayed for an eternity.
She never knew what I did to make the money we needed. Maybe it was better that way. I never let her come visit either. I didn't want to see her cry. Perhaps I was cruel and I was merely punishing her for everything, but I didn't see her in the end.
Some dates you remember forever.
180108 Europe trip
200610 We leave France for home
270910 I die.
posted by Princess A at 12/23/2005
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