Hardly seems real yet.
I mean, it's 24 hours away as I type this and it still seems so far away. Whenever one of these new years rolls around, I'm taken back to Claremont where I was a skinny, awkward teenager. |
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The thing I still can't get over is how all this seemed so far away back then. Back then my major concern was talking to a girl without my voice cracking and 1999 was only something Prince sang about. (And that was when we could call him Prince.) Now, here I am. Ninteen Ninety-Nine. And I don't quite know what to make of it. So I did what I always do when I can't quite wrap my head around something. I asked for stories. And 11 of fray's friends and contributors responded. Here you'll find their stories, their hopes, and their resolutions for 1999. Take a look. And, of course, you can add your thoughts, too. Perhaps we can make sense of this new year together. In 1996, I resolved to "hold onto my dreams in a world of people who've stopped." That resolution prompted an email from a new friend to remind me that not everybody out there had stopped dreaming just yet. Three years later that new friend is my lover and she reminds me of those dreams every day. This year I think I'll resolve to hang on to the dream, no matter how hard it bucks. Happy new year everybody, -- Derek
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