For this one:
I was barely 19, a college drop-out pursuing a dream of becoming a singer. I was moving to the big city, away from home for the first time ever. My mother and I couldn't even make eye contact as I said goodbye and drove away down the street where I'd spent the past 16 years of my life. I was the first one to leave the nest. I stopped at the end of my street and cried. I was exhilarated. I was terrified. Then, I drove my 1974 Plymouth Duster the 3.5 hours to my cousin's apartment, listening to my homemade mix tapes along the way.
Dallas was only going to be a temporary stop along my musical path. I figured I'd stay here a few years, get in a band and eventually head to New York or L.A.
Within the first 5 days of living here, I had my first job and was working with the man I'd marry nearly 4 years later.
Heh. Best laid plans...
I did continue singing and working a day job until one day I realized I wanted a stable, secure life versus the competitive, exhausting life of a singer. It was actually during a rehearsal with my band that I was struck by the thought,
"I want to go back to college and study something computer-related."
Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.
I didn't do anything special to celebrate today. It only occurred to me tonight that I should acknowledge it.
So... thank you Dallas for a good 20-year run. I'm not sure if I'll be here another 20 years but then again, what do I know?
The only thing you can plan for in life is to plan to be surprised.