I've been plagued with awful insomnia. I can be dead tired at 8 p.m., go to bed at 9 and stay awake for hours with my mind racing. The other night I got up and turned on the computer. For some odd, unknown reason, I googled my old email address. Like, my very first email address ever. It was on Rocketmail, which doesn't even exist anymore!
The first thing that popped up was something I had totally forgotten about - a website I created when I was 15 or 16 years old! The first thing that hit me was that it was all, totally 100% hand-coded. I wrote it in Notepad. It was fancy, too - multiple colors, tables, graphics, and one graphic with a clickable map (various parts of one photo represented various links). It had a few photo album pages and a mini-blog. I couldn't do something like that now if my life depended on it! I'm so used to Blogger and other what-you-see-is-what-you-get editing programs.
I had a really good laugh as I read through the pages. Some of the things that I had listed on my "list of favorites" was hilarious and, I'll admit, a little embarrassing. Some of the memories were bittersweet. At the time, they were things I never thought I'd forget. Now I'm glad I have a written memory and some photos to go along with them.
There was a page dedicated to my boyfriend at the time, as well as a page of photos of him and another of prom. We dated in high school, some in college, and haven't spoken since I broke off an engagement with him. I heard that he's married now and I wonder what he would think if he knew there were a few pages on the internet dedicated to his teenage self? There was a list of our songs that made me nostalgic. When someone fills a big part of your life at such a formative time, it's really sad when you can't keep in touch over the years.
In those days, I remember thinking high school would never end and college couldn't come fast enough for me. Now that I have a ten month old, I see how fast time truly flies by and I don't wish any of my days away.
I wonder what our next phase of technology will be? When Georgia is in high school, will she have a whole television station where she can save her thoughts and ramblings for future viewing? In fifteen years will I look back at Haute Mommy Blog and laugh about the things I wrote or that were important to me? At any rate, I'm glad to have a small part of my life, which seemed so big at the time, that I can look back on and smile.