TEN YEARS AGO TODAY, I was a rising senior in college. As I was wondering where the road would take me, I decided to chronicle my senior year and my experience as one of the charter members of what was our fraternity house. When I started, I had no idea how long this would last. I definitely didn’t think I’d be reflecting on blogging for a decade. We’ve gone from the halcyon days of college to slouching through young adulthood and, now, marriage.
I nearly shut the viaduct down several times in its early years. There were a few points when this blog all but faded away (such as January 2013 when there were exactly two entries, as compared to 46 in the first month). The name of this blog went from Langley Park to the S p r i n g h o u s e to the viaduct. The viaduct endured some awful, awful designs along the way and migrated from LiveJournal to WordPress. Exit265c.com went from a blog to almost a website with a blog included.
Through it all, though, it’s always been what it’s always been: A blog for everyone and no one, a public collection of my private thoughts, a relevant way for those who know me to keep abreast of my irrelevancy.
As the countdown says, now that’s it’s finally ticked down to 0, it’s been a crazy 10 years. But you know that. We’ve gone from college to unemployment to eight years of journalism. We’ve been from Rochester to Miami, Boston to Baton Rouge, Nashville to Norfolk. I’ve had some of my highest highs and my lowest lows expressed in words on this exit265c.com.
And I don’t regret a single word. Except for that one time. Then I got over it.
But I digress.
It’s time for a celebration. A month-long celebration! Today is the start of Year 10. My wedding is in 21 days! The 10th anniversary of me turning 21 is in 22 days! There are many more miles to go, things to experience and people to see.
As I’ve said nearly every year, I’m taking you with me.
We’ll end this, and start the next decade, with our first refrain, the last words of Entry No. 1, June 1, 2004: sit back, relax and vicariously enjoy the randomness that is me.