Then: Age 22 (1995)
Lived: At home in Watford with my parents. I lived at home throughout my university life, which on one hand was probably a mistake, as I missed out on a lot (I had one drink the Student Union in three years), but on the other it meant I came out with no debt.
Drove: A an orangey red VW Polo which had been through a lot - me driving it into the central reservation of the M25, a new engine, numerous breakdowns, adventures in North London etc.
Relationship: None. My love life was a wide desolate wasteland, though I did meet my ex towards the end of this year (though he made me wait months).
Fear: Not many. Surgery mainly. Not getting a decent job. Telephones.
Work: I graduated university, but I was still stacking shelves in the supermarket part-time, so I really counted myself as unemployed. This was pretty much the start of my 18 month job search which resulted in severely reducing my expectations to get a job as an office junior. That pretty much set my course in life.
Wanted to be: A homeowner, someone with a good job in London (though I never did know quite what I wanted to actually do - and I still don't), a girlfriend.
Living: My own flat in Hemel Hempstead.
Drive: Black VW Bora. Interesting, these years cover both times I've had VWs. There have been a lot of other non-VWs in my life.
Relationship: None. Can't be bothered wasting time looking.
Fear: Medical problems mostly. Pain. Bills. Losing my cat again.
Work: As a PA in construction Health & Safety. My exact job title is a bit of a mirage and changes with who I'm speaking to. I make lots of pie charts and make documents look pretty.
Want: More money. A bigger flat. To be able to paint. To finish my WIP.